Didn't Get Far歌词

作词 : Karim Kharbouch
作曲 : Karim Kharbouch
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