Within - Azizi Gibson, Issa Gold

Sticky fingers, you ain’t tipping, so I’m gon' get my back up

Angry engine, five percenters on all crooked agendas

I’m just squinting, tryna see who the fuck up in my niggas

No more entry, we got real niggas over here, we chilling

You blinded by all the skin that you see on social media

Try to cry but then you realize you’re your own worst enemy

we all know why but they

We outta line 'cause ain’t nobody taking accountability

Uh, so fuck it, I’ma count up in this Bentley

Mmh, have some bitches with me, mmh, have the liquor in me

Gotta keep the piece beside me if they try to test me

Rather have it on me when they come arrest me

Ay, they say a nigga never learned his lesson

Nah, I’m just tryna ball to the last second

Dog, I’m tryna hold it down for my residents

And they ask, «Where you going, where you from, where you headed?»

I cross left and beat the full court press they had

Defenders everywhere but what’s to break a sweat

Never been 'bout the approach, it’s more about coming correct

That’s why I don’t fuck with many niggas, I’ma just bother myself

I used to take the long train, we had to upgrade

To spin wheels and clog links and eat a large steak

Doing events and small shares, was a long year

Nigga burned a hundred squares, ain’t even shed a whole tear, I been prepared

My parents raised me to be strong

When I ain’t belong I ride the storm until it meets the

I been trapping songs while these niggas cap along

no space in my tragic car to clash

Niggas getting classics off and standing tall, watching niggas crash and fall

Like Jack and the bean stalk

Tryna keep my racks tall and move like a asshole

Play the board and pass go, or stay alone and dodge smoke

Ah, so I’ma count up in this fucking Bentley singing

I ain’t had the liquor in me, ay

Gotta keep a piece beside me if they try to test me (I dare you)

I’d rather have it on me when they come arrest me

They say niggas never, ever learn they lessons

Nah, we just tryna ball to the last second

Dog, I’m just tryna hold it down

And they ask where you going, where you from, where you headed

Just like that nigga, ooh

Ah, just like that, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah