Shoot For The Moon

You know what's up
Woo, woah (you know what we doin')
Oh yeah (why you askin' me?)

I do this for all of the niggas that showed me love (yeah)
I do this for all of the women that took me in, that motherly love (yeah, woo)
I was spillin' my heart right on these instrumentals talkin' 'bout love (huh, uh-huh)
Tried cryin' to God, but I didn't hear nobody talkin' above (talkin' above)
What the fuck would a lil'-ass nigga like me know about love?
I know I gotta give you somethin' in exchange for that
Girl you tryna steal my trust, huh (tryna steal my trust)
Tryna get your wins in, tryna do it all with the lust, huh (woah, woah)
If I could fly for a day, I would head up straight to the sun, yeah

Or shoot for the moon, my head stuck up in the clouds, I never was done, oh
Text me what you doin', I'll fly to you, girl, right now, we'll sing till the times up
How I got all this shit right now? I got bags on bags, I'm lined up (I got bags lined up)
Cash, we havin' it counted up, and I still can't catch on the camera
Hoes on me, and all my familia, I don't think we're familiar
I'm tryna stay out of the drama and all of the cappin' and all of the weird stuff
He done had his heart ripped out too many times, I'm still tryna heal up
They don't feel us, but they call us the bad guy, how is that still love? (Still love)
Let me think, young nigga back in his bag, and now it's real leather (woah, yeah)
Givenchy pants on me, stick got 'em saggin' down and it's real leather (woo, woo, oh yeah)
Fuckin' all night in 'em jeans, tongue got some Molly, now it's real lovin', huh (let's go)
I got the ammo with me, sticks out and it's three of 'em (yeah)
Got the sticks out, got the AK, Draco, you gon' send all of 'em (what we doin, what we doin'?)
I'm on the strip with the Margi' on me (woo)
Huh, with the good shit, not the runners (what we doin'?)
Bitch, I'm the top dog, not the runner
But the way that I talk, I could pop a hunnid (pop a hunnid)
Pop the cash out, spread it all, hell yeah, now we talkin' numbers (yeah, yeah)
Talkin' a lot, huh, talkin' a lot, we ain't really talkin' too much
She love me a lot, huh, she love me a lot but I don't think she did it for me
Fussin' a lot, huh, fussin' a lot, I gotta get up on it

Oh, you gotta give me a promise, huh (ooh)
You gotta swear not to turn your back when shit get tough, be honest, huh (yeah-yeah-yeah ooh)
I done did all the drugs, baby, and you tryna be my sponsor (yeah-yeah-yeah ooh)
Please don't play around with my heart, shit breaking, be responsible (ooh, ooh, come on)
You'll be it's possible (you know it)
I know you wantanted too (too)
You tryna be with true, ooh
Yeah (why you askin' me?)

I do this for all of the niggas that showed me love (yeah)
I do this for all of the women that took me in, that motherly love (yeah, woo)
I was spillin' my heart right on these instrumentals talkin' 'bout love (huh, uh-huh)
Tried cryin' to God, but I didn't hear nobody talkin' above (talkin' above)
What the fuck would a lil'-ass nigga like me know about love?
I know I gotta give you some in exchange for that
Girl, you tryna steal my trust, huh (tryna steal my trust)
Tryna get your wins in, tryna do it all with the lust, huh (woah, woah)
If I could fly for the day, I would head up straight to the sun, yeah

(Hoo)
If I could fly for the day
I would head up straight to the sun, hold up (or shoot for the moon, my head stuck up in the-)
Head up straight to your sun, hold up
Shoot at the head, head up straight to the sun, bitch
Yeah (and I already know what they told me)
(They told me not to fall in love with no girl or lose my focus, but I said, "Shut the fuck up, nigga")
Yeah (ha)
Yeah
Huh, yeah