SHOOT FOR THE MOON

You know what song

You know what we doing, I told you

Why you asking me?

I do this for all the **** that show me love

I do this for all of the women that took me in, that motherly love

I was spilling my heart right on these instrumentals talkin' 'bout love

Tried crying to God, but I didn't hear nobody talkin' above

Talking above

What the fuck would a lil' ass **** like me know about love?

I know I gotta give you something in exchange for that, girl, you tryna steal my trust

Tryna steal my trust

Tryna get your wins in, tryna do it all with the lust, huh

If I could fly for a day, I would head up straight to the sun, yeah

Or shoot for the moon, my head stuck up in the clouds

I never was done, oh

Text me what you doing, I'll fly to your girl right now, we'll sing till the time's up

How I got all this shit right now? I got bags on bags, I'm lined up

Cash, we having it counted up, and I still can't catch on camera

Hoes on me and all ma familia, I don't think we're familiar

I'm tryna stay out of the drama and all of the cappin' and all of the weird stuff

He done had his heart ripped out too many times, I'm still tryna heal up

They don't feel us but they call us the bad guy, how is that still love?

Lemme think, young **** back in his bag right now, and it's real leather

Givenchy pants on me, stick got 'em saggin' down and it's real leather

Fuckin' all night in 'em jeans, tongue got some Molly now this is real lovin'

Let's go

I got the ammo on me, sticks out and it's three of 'em

Got the sticks out, got the AK, Draco

You gon' send all of 'em

I'm on the strip with the Margi' on me

Huh, with the good shit, not the runners

Bitch, I'm the top dog, not the runner

But the way that I talk I could pop a hundred

Pop the cash out, spread it all, hell yeah, now we talking numbers

Talking a lot, huh, talking a lot but you ain't really talking to us

She love me a lot, she love me a lot but I don't think she did it for me

Fussin' a lot, huh, fussin' a lot, I gotta get up on it

Oh

You gotta give me a promise, huh

You gotta swear not to turn your back when shit get tough, be honest, huh

I done did all the drugs, baby, and you tryna be my sponsor

Please don't play 'round with my heart, shit break, you'll be responsible

Ooh, ooh

C'mon

You'll be responsible

You know it

I know you want it too

Too

I'm tryna keep it true

Yeah

Why you asking me?

I do this for all the **** that show me love

I do this for all of the women that took me in that motherly love

I was spilling my heart right on these instrumentals talkin' 'bout love

Tried crying to God, but I didn't hear nobody talkin' above

Talking above

What the fuck would a lil' ass **** like me know about love?

I know I gotta give you something in exchange for that, girl, you tryna steal my trust

Tryna get your wins in, tryna do it all with the lust, huh

If I could fly for a day, I would head up straight to the sun, yeah

Ooh

If I could fly for a day, I would head up straight to the sun, hold up

Or shoot for the moon, my head stuck up in the

Head up straight to your son, hold up

Shoot at that head

Head up straight to the sun, bitch

Yeah

And I already know what they told me

They told me not to fall in love with no girl or lose my focus

But I said shut the fuck up, ****

Yeah (Ha)

Yeah

Huh, yeah