paroles de chanson Go For It - Veyster

Yeah I had to make my own choice
I'm a talk to they

Yeah I had to make my own choice
Yeah I had to find my own voice
Lost too many friends, that shit turned me to a cold boy
Said they was really with me nowadays, it ain't no noise
My momma said I was a star, I had to go for 'em
Too many bands, now I'm just waiting on the Rolls Royce
No water, lights out, it ain't no point
They gone turn they lights on when a nigga really go for it

You ain't fucking with the gang
You better run Forrest
Only want to talk about the bands, it ain't important
Brodie grabbed a new foreign, he got it imported
Used to want the clout, I'm in the clouds
I'm feeling like Jordan
Engineering for myself, if I feel it I'm a record it
These niggas tried to lock me in a box, I feel like Morgan
This love shit, it might not work, I just got to warn you
Fuck it, you going to fall in love for the night, when I get in your organs
Nigga shot at my window, it's like I played for Oregon
Nigga died to his own hand, he fin-a to meet the warden
It's been a long time, I remember days we couldn't afford it
I be with the gang, niggas fake, these bitches is boring

Yeah I had to make my own choice
Yeah I had to find my own voice
Lost too many friends, that shit turned me to a cold boy
Said they was really with me nowadays, it ain't no noise
My momma said I was a star, I had to go for 'em
Too many bands, now I'm just waiting on the Rolls Royce
No water, lights out, it ain't no point
They gone turn they lights on when a nigga really go for it

Turn my lights on, high beams, I be road running
I know a lot of niggas want me dead, they ain't did nothing
Every time I do a show I got to show something
Showed a lot of niggas real love, but they switched on me
Showed a lot of niggas real shit, I make real hits
You ain't coming with me now, if you wasn't up on them field trips
I'm in a whole nother' bag, you got to feel this
You want to get rich, I can show you how to get it real quick
I don't get it, I ain't worried bout a nigga, I'm a keep winning
Got to pray to god everyday, cause lord know I'm still sinning
Got to pray to god, momma around to see my children
Got to pray to god, these pussy niggas don't catch me slipping
Cut my dreads off
But my bread long
I ain't tripping bout this bitch, I get the head then I sped off
If I really crash out, I'm going fed dog
Fed dogs, I can't ride around with no fetynal

Fed dogs, I can't ride around with no fetynal
I ain't tripping bout this bitch I get the head then I