[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Finally get my shine on
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you die, die for?
I gave, I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
I gavе her my heart, she was tеllin' lies, though
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit, this shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I done been betrayed, yeah, I done been backstabbed
Now I got my bands up and they who I laugh at
Riding in the Demon, no, this, no, this ain't no Scatpack
And we carry big straps, I suggest you back back
I just, I just speak the truth, I'm not with the rap cap
Can't wait 'til they free Turk, Turk, Mr., Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back
Rest in peace to Larry, Johnny B, and Tay, man
Swear I, swear I had a rough past, feel like I grew up fast
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the—
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All—
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the pain I endured just to ball
I'd give this shit away to be with y'all
Standin' with you, throwin' gang signs, do it matter?
When them bullets start flyin', have fun, scatter
He ain't have no business in that car, now he ready to tattle
Just got shipped the diagnostics and he on, he on a platter
Got on long sleeves, but I still bear arms
Christian, Christian Dior, nigga, I'm in rare form
Savage ball like '97, '98 Jordan
Step back, shoot you in your face like I'm James Harden
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Finally get my shine on
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you die, die for?
I gave, I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
I gavе her my heart, she was tеllin' lies, though
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit, this shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I done been betrayed, yeah, I done been backstabbed
Now I got my bands up and they who I laugh at
Riding in the Demon, no, this, no, this ain't no Scatpack
And we carry big straps, I suggest you back back
I just, I just speak the truth, I'm not with the rap cap
Can't wait 'til they free Turk, Turk, Mr., Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back
Rest in peace to Larry, Johnny B, and Tay, man
Swear I, swear I had a rough past, feel like I grew up fast
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the—
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All—
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the pain I endured just to ball
I'd give this shit away to be with y'all
Standin' with you, throwin' gang signs, do it matter?
When them bullets start flyin', have fun, scatter
He ain't have no business in that car, now he ready to tattle
Just got shipped the diagnostics and he on, he on a platter
Got on long sleeves, but I still bear arms
Christian, Christian Dior, nigga, I'm in rare form
Savage ball like '97, '98 Jordan
Step back, shoot you in your face like I'm James Harden
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