I Can't Go

(Who this is) (Stunna Made This Oh This Gotta Be A Hit) (She hell) (Uh Oh) (Uh Oh) (Uh Oh) (Uh Oh) (Uh Oh) (Uh Oh) I remember back in the day my mama told me boy get up and get paid Boy you better get out my bed, out my house, and go get some paper I said mama I'ma go get it Look at me now stacking up the digits Look at me now stacking up and flip it I done came a long way from them trenches I'ma big dog I don't play Atari I'm tryna run it up and get me a Rarri I'm tryna run it up and get me a Vette I been sliming niggas out Nigga what's next I been putting work in Where's my check Boy life ain't checkers this shit is chess Big fiji water it sit on my neck I keep thanking God he keeping me blessed I keep thanking God cause a nigga alive I could've been dead could've been locked down Could've caught that case would've lost that trial Been could've got touched could've got gun down Nigga could've got touched Nigga could've got got Know these niggas be hating they really checking for your spot Know these niggas be pocket watching they tryna get your drop But I can't go I can't go Way too long Way too long Done came too far I can't go I can't go Way too long Done came to far I'm straight out them trenches I come out the abyss You know if it's a problem My shooter gone shoot And my shooter don't miss He ain't got no gun then we finna hit Better up yo' fists That boy a lick finna take his licks And that nigga a bitch Can't tote no stick twelve be on my dick Vizzle hold my shit Shit finna get lit Finna slide on the opps Finna hit his block Finna stop his clock Nigga talking out his top We gone hit that drop Shawty slide that pin Finna slide on the opps Finna up that glock Finna up they block I remember back in the day my mama told me boy get up and get paid Boy you better get out my bed, out my house, and go get some paper I said mama I'ma go get it Look at me now stacking up the digits Look at me now stacking up and flip it I done came a long way from them trenches I'ma big dog I don't play Atari I'm tryna run it up and get me a Rarri I'm tryna run it up and get me a Vette I been sliming niggas out Nigga what's next I been putting work in Where's my check Boy life ain't checkers this shit is chess Big fiji water it sit on my neck I keep thanking God he keeping me blessed I keep thanking God cause a nigga alive I could've been dead could've been locked down Could've caught that case would've lost that trial Been could've got touched could've got gun down (Been could've got touched could've got gun down)