That secret sauce nigga
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not pickin up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me
Never felt the need to explain the shit I go through
Cause mama told me son you gotta stand up on your own two
It's evil outside
Won't recognize til they approach you
Don't close your third eye
Be somebody that you close to
I been known to go postal when I feel a way
Going through hell but never dwell because I make a way
Consistent nights up in that cell thought I make me break
These phone cause from my son and daughter to make my day
Boy I guess it's safe to say I stand on any choices I make
Niggas glorifying they beef but they don't know what's at stake
Choose the wrong side of the gun and be asleep at a wake
Or hold it down up state but either one gon be a permanent stay
Ride with this music
The way that I kick it is so gifted
But it's hard for me to focus on rap when my phone clickin
BM on the horn bitchin
Scream that you useless
I put it in my mind no excuses
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not pickin up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me
I'm trynna turn a hunnit to a milli by the morning
Ain't talk to my pops in a min I should probably call em
They just picked up brodie got em sittin on a warrants
So all I think is how to turn this pen into a fortune
The daps be fake the hate be silent the love be real
Come from the bottom I could tell you how the hunger feel
Something lose if a nigga trynna budge forreal
Hand on the wheel like I'm Uncle Phil
We not the same
Rounds switch up ya world like Doctor Stranger
Smell a sucka from a mile can't rock wit gang
A cold heart in my chest it's not gon change
You feel it when you move through the maze it's not a game
It get cold out here
You're gonna need more than a stove out here
Demons plot to wipe ya nose out here
Count on no one you alone
I had nothing but a dollar and a goal
Phone on silent I ain't pickin up the phone
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not picc up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do hundred on the dash til they carry me
C-Ez - Don't Feel The Same (feat. Cusszwordz) Lyrics
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English
That secret sauce nigga
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not pickin up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me
Never felt the need to explain the shit I go through
Cause mama told me son you gotta stand up on your own two
It's evil outside
Won't recognize til they approach you
Don't close your third eye
Be somebody that you close to
I been known to go postal when I feel a way
Going through hell but never dwell because I make a way
Consistent nights up in that cell thought I make me break
These phone cause from my son and daughter to make my day
Boy I guess it's safe to say I stand on any choices I make
Niggas glorifying they beef but they don't know what's at stake
Choose the wrong side of the gun and be asleep at a wake
Or hold it down up state but either one gon be a permanent stay
Ride with this music
The way that I kick it is so gifted
But it's hard for me to focus on rap when my phone clickin
BM on the horn bitchin
Scream that you useless
I put it in my mind no excuses
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not pickin up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me
I'm trynna turn a hunnit to a milli by the morning
Ain't talk to my pops in a min I should probably call em
They just picked up brodie got em sittin on a warrants
So all I think is how to turn this pen into a fortune
The daps be fake the hate be silent the love be real
Come from the bottom I could tell you how the hunger feel
Something lose if a nigga trynna budge forreal
Hand on the wheel like I'm Uncle Phil
We not the same
Rounds switch up ya world like Doctor Stranger
Smell a sucka from a mile can't rock wit gang
A cold heart in my chest it's not gon change
You feel it when you move through the maze it's not a game
It get cold out here
You're gonna need more than a stove out here
Demons plot to wipe ya nose out here
Count on no one you alone
I had nothing but a dollar and a goal
Phone on silent I ain't pickin up the phone
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not picc up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do hundred on the dash til they carry me
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not pickin up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me
Never felt the need to explain the shit I go through
Cause mama told me son you gotta stand up on your own two
It's evil outside
Won't recognize til they approach you
Don't close your third eye
Be somebody that you close to
I been known to go postal when I feel a way
Going through hell but never dwell because I make a way
Consistent nights up in that cell thought I make me break
These phone cause from my son and daughter to make my day
Boy I guess it's safe to say I stand on any choices I make
Niggas glorifying they beef but they don't know what's at stake
Choose the wrong side of the gun and be asleep at a wake
Or hold it down up state but either one gon be a permanent stay
Ride with this music
The way that I kick it is so gifted
But it's hard for me to focus on rap when my phone clickin
BM on the horn bitchin
Scream that you useless
I put it in my mind no excuses
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not pickin up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me
I'm trynna turn a hunnit to a milli by the morning
Ain't talk to my pops in a min I should probably call em
They just picked up brodie got em sittin on a warrants
So all I think is how to turn this pen into a fortune
The daps be fake the hate be silent the love be real
Come from the bottom I could tell you how the hunger feel
Something lose if a nigga trynna budge forreal
Hand on the wheel like I'm Uncle Phil
We not the same
Rounds switch up ya world like Doctor Stranger
Smell a sucka from a mile can't rock wit gang
A cold heart in my chest it's not gon change
You feel it when you move through the maze it's not a game
It get cold out here
You're gonna need more than a stove out here
Demons plot to wipe ya nose out here
Count on no one you alone
I had nothing but a dollar and a goal
Phone on silent I ain't pickin up the phone
Gotta make it to the finish
All or nothing right or wrong
We got it out the trenches
Learned to get it on our own
Ima always handle business
If I gotta ride alone
If doesn't make a difference
I'm not picc up the phone
I'll take care of me
Do hundred on the dash til they carry me
Writer: Marcus Johnson, Devine Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid