Now carry on, now carry on I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me You made me,

Somehow through it all. We carry on Raise you up when you fall. We carry on Carry on, carry on Morning breaks from a night awake, that laid my heart to waste Here in this anguish. Knowing what will end just begins again Heal these wounds to break the

Even when I fall will you still believe Even when I'm lost will you still believe (will you save me) So much that I've done wrong it's an open book I've done much more than my fair share of damage What once was hidden now is crystal clear. Transformation

Yeah you cooked his dinners You raised his children Still he's not satisfied He says "I'd rather switch with you You don't know how hard it is To work from 9 to 5" But he speaks with his eyes closed And even though you're not all alone He's never there

Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

Now choose this day Who you will serve To be the light In a darkened world Become the light In this darkened world It's in your hands I've seen so much corruption And it's hard to endure

'Cause you're under the blade, ohh You're under the blade A glint of steel, a flash of light You know you're not going home tonight Be it jack or switchswitch, doctor's or mind You can't escape From the bed you've made When your time has come You'll accept the

Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous I'm a rapper,

We stay down Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us Bet your hoe, she know us 'Cause you know we blowed up And came up, and came up We came up, the gang up I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we