CEO Trayle – We Was (Instrumental) (Prod. By Prezzley P & $TRIBB)

[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy
Ayy
Go
(48Hz)

[Chorus]
Ayy, we was really in it, so I’m tryna get us out
We was really spinnin’, bendin’ blocks and gettin’ out, yeah
We was really winnin’, but I didn’t figure out, yeah
We was really losin’, then I felt like a loser
In front my son, can’t be no fuckin’ loser
Play your cards, pay attention, and I may could school ya, uh
I switch cars and fool you
You don’t think I go harder, do ya?
And I can’t hardly tutor, uh
Used to teach them how to be some shooters
[Verse]
Now I teach ’em how to build up money and maneuver
Really beat the streets, hallelujah, uh
We didn’t choose the streets, no, the streets gotta choose ya, uh
Not tryna confuse ya
I know I’m different than usual
Really I just thank the Lord they listenin’ to my music
I keep workin’, I can’t lose it
Get that keyboard and abuse it
Get my feet forward and do it
He told and we knew it
Yeah, could’ve growed and he blew it
My chopper say, “How you doin’?”
Now these niggas funny movin’
Funny actors movin’ backwards
Feelin’ like they soul captured, mine raptured
At first she was sayin’, “Black shirt,” but she already knew me
And then I had looked on Instagram, fans fuckin’ blew me, uh
Niggas makin’ jokes out of real shit
Turn back to fans real quick, eat a real dick
I was in the Prada store drinkin’, on some chill shit
Beverly Hills shit, uh
Then I caught a bitch that caught a bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, we was really in it, so I’m tryna get us out
We was really spinnin’, bendin’ blocks and gettin’ out, yeah
We was really winnin’, but I didn’t figure out, yeah
We was really losin’, then I felt like a loser
In front my son, can’t be no fuckin’ loser
Play your cards, pay attention, and I may could school ya, uh
I switch cars and fool you
You don’t think I go harder, do ya?
And I can’t hardly tutor, uh
Used to teach them how to be some shooters