What up, Antt?
Never turn my back on my brother, in it together (Beatgang)
Forever
Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Don't hit too low, know I need my
Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect, I'm gone
Long, throw it deep for me
This ain't come from the league, I got Meech money
Take care of mines
Ridin' 'til the wheels don't crash
And I'll hit whoever long as we got past
Take it back to Pal, touchdown
Whoever thought I'd have a bustdown?
Still stickin' to the script, goin' deep
Still tryna take care of my people
Football ain't all I know, that was all I chose
Back to the road for me
If I don't provide, doggy, how we gon' eat?
Jab-step
Just let a young know, side-step
I'll never leave my bro
Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect, I'm gone
Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect, I'm gone
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