Lil Darius, Tay Keith - Go Far lyrics

(You gotta fuckin' feel this shit, boy)
(BanBwoi, BlackJack)

I tell my mama pray for me
Her son be out here slangin' heat
Walking through these bloody streets
I'm tryna shoot them 223s

I lost my partner to a bullet
That shit really cut me deep
I'm the type to rob a rapper
That's why I don't pay for feats

Like JB, bitch, I'm a block boy

Came from the bottom
But, I'm aiming for the top floor
Working hard and I'm keeping faith in big God
Trench baby, but they calling me a rockstar
I know I'm gon' go far
I know I'm gon' go far

Yeah, go far (Far)
I been tryna love this rap shit
Gave the street my whole heart (Whole heart)
I don't do nothin' but show love
They say I got a cold heart (Heart)
Every time I came
I'm giving back for every time I stole cars
(Cars, yeah)

Oh, Lord, please protect me (Lord, please)
Oh, Lord, I'm in these streets, a whole start
(yeah)
I put a driving car in park, I pull up, brrt
Then I spark (Brrt, brrt)
Ain't talkin' 'bout bird, but this a hawk
(A hawk)
All on the curb, shit, where I park? (I park)
I want her head, that boy want top (Top)
I catch him, thirty in his mouth
(Thirty in his)

Believe that I change my life
I been on way too many high speeds (Woah)
Now the whole time you screwed
I'm with lil' brodie, them no dawg tweet
(Tweet, tweet) free them boys, don't diss
I get to bumpin' on this down street
(Bumpin' on this, brrt)
Spin, come back around
I call that karma on this down street (Down)

I tell my mama pray for me
Her son be out here slangin' heat
Walking through these bloody streets
I'm tryna shoot them 223s

I lost my partner to a bullet
That shit really cut me deep
I'm the type to rob a rapper
That's why I don't pay for feats
Like JB, bitch, I'm a block boy

Came from the bottom
But, I'm aiming for the top floor
Working hard and I'm keeping faith in big God
Trench baby, but they calling me a rockstar
I know I'm gon' go far
I know I'm gon' go far

I know I'm gon' go far
I was like a ceiling, hit that
Block and then I post up
Now I'm a rapping pop star

2-4, keep that glizzy in his pants
Fuck a holster treat the opps like strains
Catch they ass and they get rolled up
Double cup of Wocky
I feel pain and I pour fours up
They tell me I'm gon' make
It, "Just be patient", what the hold up?

Make your wrist so cold like it snowed
My shit froze up I don't want no friends
Ain't smelling none of these niggas
Like my nose stuffed
I was always getting some money

Before the rap, my trap was jumping, shit
On Michael Jordan
And I'm a hood nigga, Maybach Truck
It's wrapped with Forgi's
I'm eighteen, mindset like I'm in my forty's

I tell my mama pray for me
Her son be out here slangin' heat
Walking through these bloody streets
I'm tryna shoot them 223s

I lost my partner to a bullet
That shit really cut me deep
I'm the type to rob a rapper
That's why I don't pay for feats

Like JB, bitch, I'm a block boy

Came from the bottom
But, I'm aiming for the top floor
Working hard and I'm keeping faith in big God

Trench baby, but they calling me a rockstar
I know I'm gon' go far
I know I'm gon' go far