Lyrics
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
Too many snakes in the grass, I don’t do well with the fakin’
Everybody want the power, but can’t control the wave
Me and my crew in the building, y’all better get out the way!
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
Me oh my, yeah, we gone’ party all night, yeah
Tell your granny hold tight, me and my crew in the building and we bout’ to kill it
But who you know taking off on tracks like a runway
Who you know shinning in these streets like a light man
I started as a youngin’ but I’m grown now
You don’t want these problems that we carry now
I’m on my grown man and I’m ten toes down
You can even tell the devil we can walk it out woah
And I ain’t talking Nick when we say we gotta Cannon cause’ any given moment we could be wildin’ out
So you can take a two cents and hang it on a nuisance
And give it to uncle Sam and tell’em work it out boy
We rocking out ey
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
Too many snakes in the grass, I don’t do well with the fakin’
Everybody want the power, but can’t control the wave
Me and my crew in the building, y’all better get out the way!
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
Came through with the same team
Grinding hard we got big dreams
Loving God how I’m posed to
I should put that on a poster
Stay trill bro no filter
Took a ride on a shooting missile
In an army I’m a soldier, I’m just trying to work with COBRA
Low to the low to the ground yeah
I took an L with a smile yeah
Poppin’ poppin’’ with the little things
Bro I’m grateful for the little change
DJ Vow got the one and two’s
Boy you know that's a winning tool
We don’t fake never for the fame
Glorifying him with how we living ey
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
Too many snakes in the grass, I don’t do well with the fakin’
Everybody wants the power, but can’t control the wave
Me and my crew in the building, y’all better get out the way!
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel
When my crew’s in this place, we don’t care how you feel