Didn't Get Far

Mm mm-mm mm-mm

Yeah yeah

Big bag like Santa Claus

No no Hitmaka

That loopy wave

Yeah baby

The aroma smell like that Dyckman hookah

Montega han

Black coffee the glasses same color molasses

Same night at the Aspens

Ah

Mami shakin' asses

Far from the hood but close enough to caption

Yeah

Not the 'Gram one night thousand grand

Yeah

You do the math

She won't bounce back even if I threw the pass

Lion Head Medusa mask han

Han

I hit the bottom and flip

I got juice you can bottle me up

Up

And sell me for a lottery pick

Ah

We live likе the Vikings you ain't gettin' far

If you confuse between the h*es and the wifin'

Merge like a hyphen it ain't about the money

Money

I ain't tryna lose the excitement

Montana

Wouldn't get far

I tried but I wouldn't get far

My bad that I didn't get far

It's my fault that I didn't get far

I tried but I didn't get far

You see everybody ain't gon' make it

My bad that I didn't get far

My fault that I didn't get far

It's a fact of life and you gotta respect that yo OG tell 'em

I tried but I didn't get far didn't get far

But don't let it hold you back though look yeah

For the hood n***as front of bodegas in leathers

Yeah

For the bad b***hes dressed in Bottega Veneta

Yeah

This that real s**t that you bootleggers could never

Could never

This that cold summer this ain't no regular weather

Woo

We made positives out of a negative era

For real

Boys I'm runnin' with we used to play Sega together

For real

You can catch me and French out in Vegas for cheddar

Beat the streets and got paid like McGregor Mayweather

Uh pray when I get in the car

'Cause a lot of n***as tried but they didn't get far

You know the alphabet boys always spittin' them bars

Gotta stay on your P's and Q's when you're settin' them odds

And that's why I'm in the Cullinan

Yeah

With the shotguns where you stick the umbrellas in

I hope it don't rain

Streets got love for me hope it don't change

But I know they take shots with a scope at close range

Like I know these fly b***hes love open-toe wings

And the money change s**t like remote controls man

Man

Came through all-white poppin' gold chains

I was givin' out s**t like the Oprah show came

Look

Drip can't save you if they aimin' to kill it

They'll shoot at the low goal like they Damian Lillard

Uh

This goes out to those who should've got further

Locked up or got murdered I gotta do it since

Wouldn't get far

I tried but I wouldn't get far

My bad that I didn't get far

It's my fault that I didn't get far

I tried but I didn't get far

My bad that I didn't get far

My fault that I didn't get far

I tried but I didn't get far didn't get far