Didn't Get Far (Feat. Fabolous)

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 bеtween the hoes 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 niggas front of bodegas in leathers Yeah For the bad bitches dressed in Bottega Veneta Yeah This that real shit hat 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 niggas 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 bitches love open-toe wings And the money change shit like remote controls man Man Came through all-white poppin' gold chains I was givin' out shit 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