OneTFM - Keep Going, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I could've went to the league, ain't work out, still rich, pushin' pounds
These niggas out here stealin' sauce, thinkin' they the ones that I'm found it
They done heard one drop, now they thinkin' like, damn, I done found my sound
Ain't into all that weird shit, lil' nigga, you can move around
All these cubans on might drown, I got your bitch at my compound
Everything I do, they say it's in style, been putting this shit on for a while
I ain't goin' back and forth with these f*ckin' niggas, they'll never be bigger than me
My big brother said it, he steppin' for me, so he do it in the first degree
YA, walk down on em, get to the money, never stop countin', keep goin
I get the money for real, I never really thought about tourin
I sent the money, she went in the store and picked up Dior
We don't take no breaks, nah we just keep it goin
These niggas ain't standing no shit, they plottin' out here, tryin' to snake they mans
I was outside, shootin' dice and standin' on business, you don't understand
You was in the crib, tryin' to play the game, lil' nigga, we is not the same
Know a nigga outside, playin' basketball right now, workin' aim
How the f*ck you think you got stain? Comin' from the South, I don't know your name
All this shit these niggas do for fame, I'd never get it, I'd never change
All these niggas actin' brand new, like they never learned the rules to the game
I was hoppin' out of that coupe, not the four-door, tryin' to blow the brains
I was prayin' for better days, one, TFM, we pavin' ways
I was down bad, had no one to turn to, so I just made a way
Put a couple things in the airplane, then I got a text that it got delayed
You gon' win some and you lose some, lil' nigga, but I told you it's better days
You'll never come to my spot, lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you can't know where I stay
But I set you up for a private room for the weekend, you can get away
I walk in the room, straight on her knees, goddamn, guess I just made her day
And I ain't never goin' out sad, bout' no bitch, nigga, I don't play them games
Walk down on em, get to the money, never stop countin', keep goin
I get the money for real, I never really thought about touring, for real
I sent the money, she went in the store and picked up Dior
We don't take no breaks, nah we just keep it goin', for real
For real