Tamron Hall Songtext

My cousin down the road, blowing up my phone, I'm not answering at all
I don't fuck with him, he still my dog
I ain't never wanna see him fall

And my little brother still up to no good, I'm still begging him to get a job
Why the fuck would he go get a job
When I'm working my way to the top
Trynna teach him whenever he chasing his dreams, the world is not gonna stop
And you could be cream of the crop, but it don't mean you finna pop
No, it don't mean you finna blow
And it's one thing you gotta know
You can get high fast and burn out the gas, then where the hell you gon' go
You would much rather burn slow, then at least nigga seeing you grow
Just 'cause you turn the other cheek, nigga that don't make you no hoe
Listen

Bitches come and go
Feelings come and go
That is not your friend
That is not your bro Focus on your life
Focus on your goals
Fuck whatever you know outta your control
Focus on your peace
Focus on your soul
Just forget about it
I'ma take you to the club, show you how it go
Know your sister got you

End it all tonight, I wanna have a ball
I don't care about this money, I'ma get it back if I lose it all
What can I do when I die?
Long as I'm alive I'ma use it all
I got God whenever I walk, I can never fail If I lose it all
Huh
I'm not finna sit up and talk all day, my name is not Tamron Hall
Nigga telling in the city hall, shit get messier than chilli dogs
My cousin down the road, blowing up my phone, I'm not answering at all
I don't fuck with him, he still my dog
I ain't never wanna see him fall