Carry On

My nigga ain't got no CDL but they sent him up the road
Them crackers might think that he wrong
But I'm still gon' answer the phone
I been out here thuggin' along I had to carry on
I get high without no plane don't need no carry on
That hoe tryna make me till I spoil her with all that dairy on
That bitch wishin' to keep on wishin' she must believe in fairies
I play slow just like a snail I'm movin' just like Gary
I can't fuck no bitch from hard walkin' around like the pussy hairy
Shorty elevate her ass and I can't stop staring

I connected with her my Bluetooth we keep pairing
If I hit that pussy raw don't dare you might end up a parent
My dog said he tripped he got caught I said that shit apparent
Rollin' through the city loud as fuck with the music blaring
I'm a diamond made it out the rough I'm really glaring
I'm a different type of nigga I don't compare to shit
I can say I'm real with myself and that's the rarest shit
How the rats got power and gettin' to the cheese
This shit gotta be fishin' you can't make me believe it
If they said I'ma die in this city I probably still wouldn't leave it

I can't wait to show my momma all my new achievements
I mix the loud with the truth and momma you still believe me
I battle with my decisions they battle with they demons
I'ma make sure all the real niggas really get glorified
I'm a angel I ain't really on no demon time
I feel like I'm right I left them folks behind
Stand up guy balance on ten toes
I ain't judgin' the freaks I'm good with the hoes
I might design me a t-shirt filled with bullet holes
This a open carry state you better keep it on you

My pops got murdered at nine made me my own man
Sometimes I feel like a kid and not a grown man
Cause I ain't reach my full potential a nigga still growin'
The only thing I fear is God the Glock just essential
Niggas hatin' from a distance I mistake 'em for bitches
I can't never hate a nigga I love when we winnin'
Cause we was fucked up from the beginning we had to force this vision
I ain't never think about marriage I believed in pimpin'
I'm a complex thinker but I know how to make it simple
I was in them complex nigga we ain't have no utensils

I miss my granny if she was here I'd probably clean her dentures
But I make time to pray I make sure I tell my folks I miss 'em
You might be dead and gone but least you can see how I'm really livin'
It's gon' be hard for me to quit I'm committed to this mission
Lady been bitchin' and moanin' but no arguments