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Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lute
Künstler:in
Patrick "Guitarboy" Hayes
Gitarre
Allan Knighton
Tenor
Raschaud Marshall
Bass
D'Andre Thigpen
Schlagzeug
Dorran Thigpen
Trompete
Jerod Morton
Altistin
Wilton Moore
Bass
Rodrickus Hill
Tasteninstrumente
Rasheeda Ali
Flöte
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Wilton Moore
Komponist:in
Patrick Hayes
Komponist:in
Mitchell Pennell
Komponist:in
Luther Nicholson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jsmash
Produzent:in
MixMP
Produzent:in
Patrick "Guitarboy" Hayes
Produzent:in
Wilton Moore
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Zach Nicholls
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Just got in the
Just got in the habit of switching the flow
Just trying to travel the globe
Tired of being under looked in this bitch
Tired of hearing, "I can't wait till' you blow"
Had to step out of my shell for a bit
Cuzzo told me, "Put my foot on they throat"
Had to let go of some **** last year
Wish they let my **** out on parole
**** used to bump "The Warm Up" by Cole
While **** used to warm the house with the stove, shit
[Verse 2]
If he made it out of this bitch
Ain't no telling where my talent can go
Skinny **** from the four, used to battle rap **** for bread when I'm bored
Fuck with your boy, used to swerve in a Honda Accord to the store
Hit up the midget for Newport 100's and lottery tickets
[Verse 3]
Now I be whippin' some shit that I prayed for
All my shit paid for
**** will switch on you quick, like what team do you play for?
I dead a fake **** like case closed
All my life, I been ten toes
G-E-D, my initials
So fuck what you talking, I get every dollar
I don't have a collar, if I did, I would pop it
Like **** what's poppin', but bruh, I can't call it
Like look what we started, but now we here
**** throwing shade outta fear
'Cause where I'm at, **** see themself
Don't be mad, bruh, just be yourself
[Verse 4]
'Cause money come and go, people come and go
The sooner you know that, the more that you see
Blood ain't no thicker than water to me
I count every dollar till my thumbs bleed
She say I got Marvin Gaye vibes with the drip
If I don't fuck with the vibes, I'ma dip
Got hollow point tips in a clip, shit
[Verse 5]
I'm in the yacht club with the whip
Who gives a damn what it's worth
Four U-Haul don't follow no hearse
So I'm real till I exit the earth
We from where you mix the water with dirt
We had to make that shit work
The struggle be quenching my thirst
I put the tears in my verse
So I get the shit I deserve
We came from nothing at all
If we had a problem, we solved
Figured that shit out ourself
Turned all my pain into wealth
Turned all my pain into wealth, shit
[Verse 6]
Now I be whippin' some shit that I prayed for
All my shit paid for
**** will switch on you quick, like what team do you play for?
I dead a fake **** like case closed
All my life, I been ten toes
G-E-D, my initials
So fuck what you talking, I get every dollar
I don't have a collar, if I did I, would pop it
Like **** what's poppin', but bruh, I can't call it
Like look what we started, but now we here
**** throwing shade outta fear
'Cause where I'm at, **** see themself
Don't be mad, bruh, just be yourself
Written by: Lute West, Luther Nicholson, Mitchell Pennell, Patrick Hayes, Wilton Moore