LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTHE WAY THINGS GOING
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahThe way things goin', nigga, might not see the backendThe way things goin', gotta ride 'round with an FNThe way things goin', only family mattersThe way things goin', made my whole crowd scatterThe way things goin', get the money off topThe way things goin', niggas made it off the blockThe way things goin', gotta pull up in that dropThe way things goin', ohThe way things goin', oh (Yeah)The way things goin', oh, (Hey, gotta fill my cup)Raised in the trenches, been in the trap since an infantSold all my dope, now, my trap on a finishPack camе in the mail, I run through 'em in a minuteMonеy went to my brain, ice done got in my skinDown as shit, you trappin' shit, I'm treatin' you like my twin'Rari with the wing on it, I spent like seven tensShawty and them goin' seven-thirty every time they go spinI wouldn't mislead you, too caught up in my winds (I would just leave)Bullet-proof Trackhawk, had to geek out the engineGot it out the concrete, flyin' to other countriesBad bitch, poppin' outside, Gucci onesieThe way things goin', nigga, might not see the backendThe way things goin', gotta ride 'round with an FNThe way things goin', only family mattersThe way things goin', made my whole crowd scatterThe way things goin', get the money off topThe way things goin', niggas made it off the blockThe way things goin', gotta pull up in that dropThe way things goin', ohThe way things goin', ohThe way things goin', oh, (Gotta pull up foreign, you know what I'm sayin'?)Mad rich, got it out the mud, it was uglyAverage, I can't go back to havin' nothin'Savage, product of my environment, I'm hustlin'Karats, clarity gon' glisten when it's dirtyKarats, they glisten when they dirty, keep a thirtyBulletproof Suburban, avoidin' all the worriesThe way I ball, I know for sure that every time my jersey breakin' the lawsWake up early morning, go serve itTake the time buildin' my crib like a pyramid (That's my crib)Reminiscin' where I come from, get money a religionYou got smoke in the air, don't let it cloud your visionSome of my partners not here, I really do miss youTake the money and ball it up, and use it for tissuesSendin' gun powder out, resolving these issuesAnd the way things goin' is very maliciousIt's another bloody summer inside of my cityUh-uh, it's another bloody summer inside of my cityUh-uh, the way things goin' (The way things goin')
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