Lyrics Carried Away - Big Zuu, Capo Lee, Zdot

Carried Away

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See man give 'em a next vibe
It’s the B-I-G, no L’s I let slide
Only W’s I want with my team on the west side
You can see from my verse I’m one of the best guys
Don’t need VVS to let the Tec shine
Come against man and that’s stress on your headline
But I’m more on bread I’m tryna invest right
Bars I can do shot take time to get lines
And these little kids don’t know about the smoke
Every time we pull up I can see them man are on the ropes
Shoulda, coulda, woulda I can hear them man are talking loads
But you gotta look up when you hear my name you’re on your toes
Said they’re proper full up man are eating good with the bros
But them man are living for the image fam it’s just a joke
I can’t fix that mentality, it’s a tragedy
Even with money you’ll be broke
But still I’m tryna get it with the guys
Going to the top from the bottom to the skies
And I’ll never stop, I’ll be going in until I die
I was at the front, man was never chilling on the side
Never tryna stunt, I just want the family living right
So you gotta jump, gotta take the risk and take the dive
Why you sitting tight when there’s people working through the night
Lemme see a drive, lemme see a hype and see a five
Fam I don’t care
What them man say
I’ve been out here
Every single day
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
Fam I don’t care
What them man say
I’ve been out here
Every single day
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
It’s my house, coming around it’s rent time
Better take time, we got flows like Tec-9's
Manna headline, draw the ting it’s bed time
That’s red wine, I don’t spray no dead line
Go check mine, I got stars I meant mine
Man I break food on the curb like enzymes
Don’t waste time, underground I got grime
Don’t need you in this ting I got mines
See I don’t like you got girls with no back
Better hold that, I break down the whole pack
Was a big darg now you’re just a throwback
Better phone that, make it ring and show mac
Do cricket, hold my balls and bowl that
Don’t take L’s, you man have to hold that
Manna bounced back plenty times, I’ve showed that
Cah I’m plugged in like a phone with no batt
Man I come thru, me and Zuu that’s one-two
Man son you, there’s no guys to run to
Got a ting there, in the coat we undo
Don’t run this, we believe it’s untrue
Man buss out, bark the ting and bun two
Man spread that, you can’t do no undo
Get the bag in, pree the game and run tru
And I flip that, no restart I come tru!
Fam I don’t care
What them man say
I’ve been out here
Every single day
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
Fam I don’t care
What them man say
I’ve been out here
Every single day
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
Fam I don’t care
What them man say
I’ve been out here
Every single day
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
Fam I don’t care
What them man say
I’ve been out here
Every single day
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away
But we don’t get carried away, to the bag a man’s married, a man stash it away