Carry On Lyrics

I caught a body & I had to carry on

I was a pallbearer I had to carry on

I had that gas in O'Hare in a carry on

No life is not fair but still imma carry on

You woody you rattin when you get ya jerry on

Team full of hittas when I get my Jerry on

I'm in the field with the hits like I'm Barry Bonds

That's just the hill imma die and get buried on

Run up a check it's dash and a marathon

Played wit the set and his ass didn't make it home

BM a flex I would pull up & step but ya kid is a clone & I'd just wanna raise em wrong

I got a ex playin games so I play along

Love is a joke imma try not to take it wrong

June Cancer she pull up turn that Larry on

Chain hangin shawty lickin my herringbone

Poppin perignon bitch im a drinker

No trust im a whole overthinker

No love I learned that from a singer

Took my turn I ain't usin no blinker

Treat a good girl like a bad bitch

Treat a bad bitch like a eater

I don't know how to pick 'em I know how to leave her

Cold world so I keep my heater

I had the drive before I had the wheels

I had the discipline before the skill

I had the franklins before I had the bills

First cap in my rap but that bar was ill

Stopped by the cops off the sauce with some pills

Plug didn't worry he know I won't squeal

No bitch in my veins, a nigga too real

It's a bitch on my face if a dime in my grill

Spin wit the tools we been knew the drill

Sellin that gas like the king of the hill

Breakin that cat to pay a few bills

I know how to splash I know how to spill

I know how to lie I know how to steal

I know how to die I know how to kill

I know how to fire I know how to feel

but I don't know why if I'm being real

I caught a body & I had to carry on

I was a pallbearer I had to carry on

I had that gas in O'Hare in a carry on

No life is not fair but still imma carry on

You woody you rattin when you get ya jerry on

Team full of hittas when I get my Jerry on

I'm in the field with the hits like I'm Barry Bonds

That's just the hill imma die and get buried on

I show the gangstas love cuz it's in my blood I ain't never been scared of no nigga

Always knew who I am ain't know who I was I been HIM since my first November

9 in the body, a 10 in the face lil mama so good for the throat call her ginger

Poppa go Christopher Wallace off liquor that's on the block or the booth or these bitches

Been told you I'm really built different

I'm different I'm different I'm different I'm different

I'm different I'm different I'm different I'm different

I'm different

How many times I gotta tell you?

How many franklins I'm chasin? A million?

The Sky Is the Limit I'm making a killing

I'm suited and booted I'm fit for the business

These bitches is bitches and niggas no different