Appreciate it All Songtext
von Larry June
Appreciate it All Songtext
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
(Run it back, Turbo)
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You see the end results, I really thugged for it
Them nights on the interstate, made my heart colder
State troopers, two Rugers and a bag on me (and a bag on me)
Homie wrapped that shit wrong, left the bag open (yeah)
Had me feeling like, "Goddamn, this game bogus" (game bogus)
The shit we did to push around in a Range Rover (for real)
19, bought the S5 off the lot (that Benz)
Anybody knew me back then, see the growth (see the growth)
Been knew I had to break the cycle, when I had my son
Been knew I had to cop the ′Rari, had to run it up (for real)
Nothing was handed to mе, had to get it out the box
Learned a lot from my mom, learned a lot from my pops (for real)
Moms taught me how to love, pops taught me never stop
Ride my bike down the biggest block, my OG's pushin′, uh
Careful with my words 'cause I know them people really watching
On a island with my newest work, playin' Frank Sinatra
Learned a lot from the streets, got ill, had to eat
Got turned out to the game around 17
Now we cop real estate, pass it down to the seed
The only person I depend on, nigga, me
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn′t tell you it was perfect
But the game′s been good to me, good to me (numbers)
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't tell you it was perfect
But the game′s been good to me, good to me
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Stay focused, my nigga, don't be chasin′ these hoes
Uh (ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
How the fuck you gon' hate on me?
I showed niggas better ways
Showed niggas how to make it out the game
You know, money come and go
But knowledge, nigga, gon′ remain
Seen so much shit comin' up, I don't sleep the same
Fuck is pain? (Shit)
We eat that, we got a lot to gain
Another level, I take trips and spend 50K
Make it back, double up, toss it in the safe
Assets, use a portion for some real estate
Touchdown, I′m in Houston, two Escalades
Seven-thousand-dollar backpacks and Louis shades
With this pretty brown thing sippin′ lemonade
Smile so pretty, almost made a real nigga stay
New day, 'nother flight, talkin′ 50K a night
Got it from the sacrifices, every day we rolled the dice
Went hard, paid the price, she doubted me, I did it twice
Heard you niggas talkin' down, fuck a text, it′s on sight
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't tell you it was perfect
But the game′s been good to me, good to me (numbers)
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't tell you it was perfect
But the game's been good to me, good to me
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Stay focused, my nigga, don′t be chasin′ these hoes
We gotta normalize seein' our people do better, know I mean? (Uh)
Follow on through
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Stay focused, my nigga, don′t be chasin' these hoes
Being a man of your word
Shit, ′cause ain't nobody perfect, nigga
Still learnin′ myself too, man
Gotta stay on your toes
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
(Run it back, Turbo)
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You see the end results, I really thugged for it
Them nights on the interstate, made my heart colder
State troopers, two Rugers and a bag on me (and a bag on me)
Homie wrapped that shit wrong, left the bag open (yeah)
Had me feeling like, "Goddamn, this game bogus" (game bogus)
The shit we did to push around in a Range Rover (for real)
19, bought the S5 off the lot (that Benz)
Anybody knew me back then, see the growth (see the growth)
Been knew I had to break the cycle, when I had my son
Been knew I had to cop the ′Rari, had to run it up (for real)
Nothing was handed to mе, had to get it out the box
Learned a lot from my mom, learned a lot from my pops (for real)
Moms taught me how to love, pops taught me never stop
Ride my bike down the biggest block, my OG's pushin′, uh
Careful with my words 'cause I know them people really watching
On a island with my newest work, playin' Frank Sinatra
Learned a lot from the streets, got ill, had to eat
Got turned out to the game around 17
Now we cop real estate, pass it down to the seed
The only person I depend on, nigga, me
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn′t tell you it was perfect
But the game′s been good to me, good to me (numbers)
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't tell you it was perfect
But the game′s been good to me, good to me
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Stay focused, my nigga, don't be chasin′ these hoes
Uh (ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
How the fuck you gon' hate on me?
I showed niggas better ways
Showed niggas how to make it out the game
You know, money come and go
But knowledge, nigga, gon′ remain
Seen so much shit comin' up, I don't sleep the same
Fuck is pain? (Shit)
We eat that, we got a lot to gain
Another level, I take trips and spend 50K
Make it back, double up, toss it in the safe
Assets, use a portion for some real estate
Touchdown, I′m in Houston, two Escalades
Seven-thousand-dollar backpacks and Louis shades
With this pretty brown thing sippin′ lemonade
Smile so pretty, almost made a real nigga stay
New day, 'nother flight, talkin′ 50K a night
Got it from the sacrifices, every day we rolled the dice
Went hard, paid the price, she doubted me, I did it twice
Heard you niggas talkin' down, fuck a text, it′s on sight
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't tell you it was perfect
But the game′s been good to me, good to me (numbers)
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
I know sometimes it get hard
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't tell you it was perfect
But the game's been good to me, good to me
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Stay focused, my nigga, don′t be chasin′ these hoes
We gotta normalize seein' our people do better, know I mean? (Uh)
Follow on through
You know this game get tricky
Gotta stay on your toes
Stay focused, my nigga, don′t be chasin' these hoes
Being a man of your word
Shit, ′cause ain't nobody perfect, nigga
Still learnin′ myself too, man
Writer(s): Larry June, Chandler Durham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com