A Song by C. Pitt Lyrics

[Refrain: C. Pitt]
I put a lot of things on the line
Just so everything could be fine (x2)

[Verse 1: C. Pitt]
No guide, no surprise, we survived on our own
So if you wanna ride, please abide by the code
I was rapping on the road
Rapping raps that i wrote
Man where did it all go oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
They gon' reap what they sow
Headed up top on my fe fi fo
Fum, i'm the one that they wish they got to know
I just really wanna know
What's poppin' inside ya dome
You prolly poppin' some molly, i ain't rockin' with you hoes
This shit is not a hobby if anybody wanna know
And them niggas that's doing nothing always seem to do the most
I remember seeing bitches and a bugatti on the road
Oh oh oh oh
Man this' what dreams are made of
Ask me what i need, ima tell you i need a hater, now
I'm saucing, i'm saucing
I'm balling, i'm balling
Fraud niggas betting got me going all in
Got me going all in
You frauds got me going all in
And if they wanna go, yo i'm selling flows at the auction
I stopped answering phones and i finally found my calling
Tryna do me like rome but they know that i'm never falling
I paint a vivid picture for you niggas who ain't on it
Never begging, beg your pardon?
We gon' get it that's regardless!
They really must've forgot
Told you niggas for really, i'm worth a milli when i rock
I will never get got
[Bridge: C. Pitt]
No, no, no, no, no, no, nooo (cont..)
I will never get got (x2), no (cont..)