Nick Coleman, The LuhMont - Go! Lyrics

Been up night and day
Been up night and day
Told 'em right away
Never hesitate
Told him
Keep up
Night and day
There's a better day
Woodgrain Cartier
I'm jumping off the stage
Told him
Diamonds round my chain feel like a heavyweight
Told him goooo
Rolling up the leaves for the mediate
Step into the scene, that's the dude there he be
Step when I lean, drop the top looking mean
Riding down the block lil homie with me
Just linked with my man up in East LA
We was blowing tree
Blow that with my team
Young man, student of the game
I been watching, looking from the rooftop
Hit the studio
Make a new bop
Back in the game like an athlete
I count my blessings in the field, not that back seats
This a marathon, you never lap me
Back out my whip to the curb, I'm in traffic and gone
I'm going to the top ma
Living like I'm whipping on the Audobon
Feeling like a million in the projects
Ghetto Fab without the baby mama dram
Never chase a bitch, well unless she got my money or my phone
I'm a real player nigga never worry bout another man
Unless I'm disrespected or I don't like the tone
Wassam my niggas in Angola, headstrong head high bitch you coming home
Long live Mami, I never thought I'd have to say this in a fucking song
Throwing MV's up, I'm with them last letters bitch you know I'm Z'd up
How you fuck over the re-up, how you broke and still you tryna kick your feet up

Been up night and day
Been up night and day
Told 'em right away
Never hesitate
Told him
Keep up
Night and day
There's a better day
Woodgrain Cartier
I'm jumping off the stage
Told him
Diamonds round my chain feel like a heavyweight
Told him goooo
Rolling up the leaves for the mediate
Step into the scene, that's the dude there he be
Step when I lean, drop the top looking mean
Riding down the block lil homie with me
Just linked with my man up in East LA
We was blowing tree
Blow that with my team
Young man, student of the game
I been watching, looking from the rooftop
Hit the studio
Make a new bop
Back in the game like an athlete
I count my blessings in the field, not that back seats
This a marathon, you never lap me
Back out my whip to the curb, I'm in traffic and gone
I'm going to the top ma
Living like I'm whipping on the Audobon
Feeling like a million in the projects
Ghetto Fab without the baby mama dram
Never chase a bitch, well unless she got my money or my phone
I'm a real player nigga never worry bout another man
Unless I'm disrespected or I don't like the tone
Wassam my niggas in Angola, headstrong head high bitch you coming home
Long live Mami, I never thought I'd have to say this in a fucking song
Throwing MV's up, I'm with them last letters bitch you know I'm Z'd up
How you fuck over the re-up, how you broke and still you tryna kick your feet up