(What up, Antt?)
Never turn my back on my brother, in it together (Beatgang)
Forever
Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, no, I need my legs
Don't hit too low, no, I need my

Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, no, I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench
I done lost all respect

I'm gone
Long, throw it deep for me
This ain't come from the league
I got Meech money
Take care of mines
Ride 'til the wheels don't crash
And I'll hit whoever 'long as we got past
Take it back to Pal, touchdown
Whoever thought I have a bustdown?
Still stickin' to the script, goin' deep
Still tryna take care of my people
Football ain't all I know, that was all I chose
Back to the road for me
If I don't provide, doggy, how we gon' eat?
Jab-step, just let a young know
Side-step, I never leave my bro

Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, no, I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dawg can't catch
Send him to the bench
I done lost all respect
I'm gone
Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, no, I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dawg can't catch
Send him to the bench
I done lost all respect
I'm gone