Us (feat. Jusstheloyal & Turbeazy)

Woah, yeah I just do what feels right I just do what feels right I just do what feels right I just do what feels right I gotta make decisions that's gon' change my life I gotta make decisions that's gonna get me the bag I gotta make decisions that's gonna make them mad I gotta make decisions, I gotta do the math And shit not adding up Why these niggas think they tough None of these niggas ain't getting the bucks These niggas ain't fucking with us These niggas ain't fucking with Juss These niggas ain't fucking with Kali I was down, now I'm up like a valley Pour a 4 in my cup, now I'm drowsy But I'm still on alert I'm getting money, yo' feelings is hurt You dead to me, I ain't holding a grudge 'Cause I came out the mud but you still in a hearse Tired of all the fakes that always take from me Just stay from me Just stay from me I don't want none of them near me They said I couldn't do it like they dared me I upped the score and now these niggas scary These niggas riding waves just like the ferry I had to move with caution and be weary I had to take extra steps like a carry Just to make sure I got real niggas near me I keep my circle smaller than a cherry Blowing up, turn that shit to a cherry bomb It's just me and my brothers, and f*ck all them others And if you ain't with us then carry on Gang gang, gang gang Gang gang, gang gang Gang gang, gang gang Gang gang Gang gang I just do what feels right I just do what feels right I just do what feels right I just do what feels right I gotta make decisions that's gon' change my life I gotta make decisions that's gonna get me the bag I gotta make decisions that's gonna make them mad I gotta make decisions, I gotta do the math And shit not adding up Why these niggas think they tough None of these niggas ain't getting the bucks These niggas ain't fucking with us These niggas ain't fucking with Juss These niggas ain't fucking with Turb These niggas ain't fucking with Kali These niggas be pussy they catty Bitches be mad they moving so sadly Turn to a beast, I've been holstering the maggie Why you think that nigga always on one Niggas chatting but they don't know nun' They told me to follow my heart I got the lick, I can't miss, it's a art I know I tear us apart I know I make shit hard I know you been around the block but I done seen the whole boulevard Yeah, me and the gang we next up We taking shots from the neck up She want the wood, this oak Yeah she call me the professor Hard times got me here, guess it wasn't all bad Fam mad I don't call back But at least they know where my heart at I gotta make decisions that's gon' change my life I gotta make decisions that's gonna get me the bag I gotta make decisions that's gonna make them mad I gotta make decisions, I gotta do the math And shit not adding up Why these niggas think they tough None of these niggas ain't getting the bucks These niggas ain't fucking with us