Away From

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 --- Away From - Mir Fontane and Caleborate