Fredo, Ratlin - Training Wheel lyrics

You know, You know, P-G GM
"Get Rich Or Get Recalled" that's
What I'm saying right now
They got me doing recall, get me?
Niggas got money on my head in da pen
Get ya refund
My nigga Fredo, you know how it goes
Mitch straight out the Penna

Weh di fuck dem feel
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
One die fi 'member, say pain is real
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
Nyam dem food, no, 'pear kid meal
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
But who can't hear will feel
Who can't hear will feel

Pain is real and this 'cain we deal
My chain's gold
But the hammer is stainless steel
My youngin' shot and miss
But he's training still
And the profit come short
'cause I'm 'caining deals
That's why my little posh
Bitch stays in heels i only drive foreigns
These aren't training wheels
I won't stop 'till it's raining mills'
'Cause I'm risking a bird
Just to pay these bills it's nothing though
And if it's beef, why you running bro?
I just done another show
Invested in another pole
And we don't take check
He got it all in his neck
He had to take breaths
No one ends up at the top
You gotta take steps
Me and Bro booting-up strips
Wit' some bait heads
Then we're going to a show for a paycheck
My whole life's been a risk
But I don't place bets
And I don't play chess

Weh di fuck dem feel
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
One die fi 'member, say pain is real
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
Nyam dem food, no, 'pear kid meal
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
But who can't hear will feel
Who can't hear will feel

Bitch niggas talking crud on the net
I'ma G, I can never get G-checked
Four man, two hammers in the place
Fuck da' paigon, dey' know how we step
Bullet for a punk in a dance, might wheel it
I might hand it and tell the DJ "4wheel it"
Hitta's on JOG, little pricks can't see me
Them niggas don't eat
Nah, them niggas get eaten
Yeah see, what the fuck them feel
It's a "G" thing
I been out spending mad racks, all season
Last year in and out the trap, line beating
Believe me, I been a trap star
It's not a secret
I'm iced out, all my jewels straight V-V
Mad racks sitting on my chest
Can't cheat me
Whole box in the pot, how I'm eating
Believe me, I got the block locked
Straight T T

Weh di fuck dem feel
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
One die fi 'member, say pain is real
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
Nyam dem food, no, 'pear kid meal
You nuh see seh dem still
Ah wear training wheel
But who can't hear will feel
Who can't hear will feel