Coming Together lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, uh, hey Tall Wall
Tall
This Tall
(This a Anti beat)
Hey, man
Hey Tall, Wall, damn, uh-uh, let's go, go

[Chorus]
Bust down Cartier your b*tch on di*k she see this wrist she gon' look at it twice
Yeah I hang with the members, yeah they keeping their mask ain't nothing nice
Shooting .62s when I'm up on the 'Dise
And the Feds on the left so we bucking a right
Show a lil' ten piece and that sh*t jhi light
Count up with my b*tch sh*t I made by tonight

[Verse]
Two candy bags they gone by the morning
I jam off the early it's nine in the morning
Spending them racks on the bags and I'm spending sh*t on shoes and clothеs I'm blowing it
Promoting my youngings I'm giving 'em sh*t
I'm a grown-ass man I think a lil' different
n*gga, yеah I done been in the system can't show my hand these n*ggas be weird
n*ggas 'bout murder money and business
I wanna move but I'm stuck in the trenches
n*gga I'm talking 'bout sky is the limit I keep on pushing it I know I'ma get it
If I'm stuck in the trenches I'm stuck with my pistol
If I'm up in the hills I don't think they could get me
Keep me a compact .40, if I ain't carrying that it's a big-ass nickel
If you ain't f*cking with Tall you bound to get lost
b*tches thought I signed, n*gga I tricked her, talked her out her drawers
n*gga you rocking and rolling with me, yeah, yeah I'm feeding 'em all
I'm feeding them all I'm one of them ones
n*gga we came from the mud, n*ggas was down bad we ain't had sh*t
Soon as I run up some paper, one of the men f*cked up I'ma give him a lift
Couple years back up on that back street I was jacking whips
[Chorus]
Bust down Cartier your b*tch on di*k she see this wrist she gon' look at it twice (Your b*tch on di*k, she up on my di*k)
Yeah I hang with the members, yeah they keeping their mask ain't nothing nice
Shooting .62s when I'm up on the 'Dise
And the Feds on the left so we bucking a right
Show a lil' ten piece and that sh*t jhi light (Hey Tall Wall)
Count up with my b*tch sh*t I made by tonight

[Chorus]
Bust down Cartier your b*tch on di*k she see this wrist she gon' look at it twice (Your b*tch on di*k, she up on my di*k)
Yeah I hang with the members, yeah they keeping their mask ain't nothing nice
Shooting .62s when I'm up on the 'Dise
And the Feds on the left so we bucking a right
Show a lil' ten piece and that sh*t jhi light (hey Tall Wall)
Count up with my b*tch sh*t I made by tonight