Yeah, never never sleep, always on my feet
Like a light post, nigga, always in the street
Oh I was made to win, like a slot machine
You niggas is three and one, you ready for defeat, whoa
I don't want any bullshit
I don't tell no lies
Testifyin' in my pulpit
Jumpin' off of that road bike
'Cause shorty say she need me
Police say they gon' find me
Exactly where they leave me, uh
I make it look easy
Not always on time, but pull up when you need me
Girls wanna fight me
And niggas wanna be me
So I stay close to the J like Stevie, uh
Bitch nigga run up
Wanna bust shots, but you won't put your gun up
This that Cash Money Caleb, number one stunna
Quick to tell a woman I got everything for her, ay
This feel like a heat stroke
Daddy used to say, "If you got problems, you could keep those"
Riding down the block, lookin' mean, like D-Bo
And I don't celebrate wins, I repeat, hoe
So tell 'em, ohh, ay, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep ya fake ass and ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me you gotta pay for me
I tell 'em, ohh, ay, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep ya fake ass and ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me you gotta pay for me, yeah
Yeah, you gotta pay for me
You need me you gotta pay for me, yeah
Yeah you gotta pay for me, yeah
If you need me you gotta pay for me, ay
Get up, get up, it's a stick up, stick up
Now play my new fucking single
In your pick up', pick up
How y'all wanna preach about seeing the bigger picture
When I walk in the gas station, they say "Nigga, nigga"
All my life I feel like nobody was beat for me
My daddy left me just to move across the street from me
Back then I know he wish he had receipts for me
First thing he said when we met is he got some beats for me
Saying "Oh, hey, I see you got a show
Can you keep some tickets, squared away for me?
It's just me and some niggas, that I know from 'round the way"
No, sorry, pops, you gon' have to pay for me
No, ay, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep ya fake ass and ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me you gotta pay for me
I said, ohh, ay, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep ya fake ass and ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me you gotta pay for me (Caleb educate 'em)
Everyday you on your feet, hatin' on me
Can't get my time, if you ain't got no paper for me
Look at my grind this is not just to save my homies
For real I mean I had to prove my peers wrong
I left the house at seventeen, had to fight for myself
When the money got low I had to tighten my belt
Fake friends come around, when you doing your best
When you down, they be down, to put two in your chest
But I'm blessed, so blessed
Look at me, Goddamn it
Broke never looked this clean, Goddamn it
Type of shit that make your girl clean, Goddamn it
I pray for her while she bless me, Goddamn it, singing
Ohh, ay, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep ya fake ass and ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me you gotta pay for me
I tell 'em, ohh, ay, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep ya fake ass and ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me you gotta pay for me, yeah
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Away From - Mir Fontane and Caleborate
