Tell You Bout

[Intro]
Thinkin' like, I need a better route than sellin' dope
Got-got-got-got my style, got my flow
And treated the music just like dope, hey

[Chorus]
Let me tell you 'bout it (Tell you what?)
Where we comin' from (Where you comin' from?)
We weren't always straight (Nope)
We weren't havin' nothin' (Hey)
Let me tell you 'bout it (Tell you what?)
How I'm livin' now (How you livin', yo?)
Cars closed and house (Woo)
Different women now, yeah (Yeah)
I got plenty shit that I can't tell you 'bout (I'm about it)
Trap house, junkies runnin' in and out (Damn, for real?)
I got plenty shit that I can't tell you 'bout (Tell you 'bout)
Forever street, but I'm tryna make it out (Hey)

[Verse 1]
I was thirteen, ridin' in the car (Dope-ass, yeah)
Yeah, the motherfucker stolen (It was)
I'ma go and keep this shit a hundred with you (What, like what?)
Just like the emoji (Uh)
I'm in traffic, I'm wrappin' the plastic with the steel (Woo)
They think a young nigga rogue, bitch (Woo)
Had to do what I had to do, just to pay the bills (I remember that)
Might see some bogus (Alright)
All-all a nigga know is run it up (Run it up)
Hit a lick and split the profits up (With who?)
Any seen 'til you Bread Gang (Woah)
My nigga, them on top of everything (Yeah)
Fuck with us, you get a headshot (Bah)
Get the hole in the chest, like you red fox (Hahaha)
My life a movie, no red boxes (Movies)
Pockets on swole, call 'em Jill Scott (Hey)
Just moved my mama out the hood
I'm talkin' 'bout real talk (I'm talkin' 'bout real shit)
Take care of my kids, fuck with my niggas
I'm talkin' 'bout real boss, yeah (I'm talkin' 'bout real shit)
People crowd around (They do), and take pictures now (Oh, shit)
I'm Designer'd down (Woo), ooh, I'm drippin' now (Uh)

[Chorus]
Let me tell you 'bout it (Tell you what?)
Where we comin' from (Where you comin' from?)
We weren't always straight (Nope)
We weren't havin' nothin' (Hey)
Let me tell you 'bout it (Tell you what?)
How I'm livin' now (How you livin', yo?)
Cars closed and house (Woo)
Different women now, yeah (Yeah)
I got plenty shit that I can't tell you 'bout (Talk about it)
Trap house, junkies runnin' in and out (Damn, for real?)
I got plenty shit that I can't tell you 'bout (Tell you 'bout)
Forever street, but I'm tryna make it out (Hey)

[Verse 2]
On the road, photoshoots, interviews, that's what I've been on (That's what I've been on)
Hard work and plenty dedication what it took me to get on (In this position)
Haters talk to me, 'cause they'll do anythin' just to get on (Pussy lil' niggas)
But I lowered up and I ride over, murder shit how I get on (Skrrt, Glock, Glock, Glock)
Just a year ago, slept on the floor, livin' off hoes (Like last Winter)
Family hit me up needin' shit, I couldn't tell 'em "No" (Couldn't tell 'em "No")
Thinkin' like, I need a better route than sellin' dope (I did)
So I got my style, got my flow (What else?)
And treated the music like dope, hey (Hey)
'Member I couldn't afford weed, now I smoke it out the pound (Out the pound)
So in love with the PT, can't sell an ounce (Can't sell an ounce)
Shoutout to everyone that ever helped me down (I fuck with you)
I told my haters, "No Chris Brown, look at me now" (Hey)

[Chorus]
Let me tell you 'bout it (Tell you what?)
Where we comin' from (Where you comin' from?)
We weren't always straight (Nope)
We weren't havin' nothin' (Hey)
Let me tell you 'bout it (Tell you what?)
How I'm livin' now (How you livin', yo?)
Cars closed and house (Woo)
Different women now, yeah (Yeah)
I got plenty shit that I can't tell you 'bout (Talk about it)
Trap house, junkies runnin' in and out (Damn, for real?)
I got plenty shit that I can't tell you 'bout (Tell you 'bout)
Forever street, but I'm tryna make it out (Hey)