Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
JayDaYoungan
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Javorius Scott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tahj Money
Produzent:in
TnTXD
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Uh, uh
Hahaha
You know I got shit in this bitch with me
And I got BennyTheKid too (Tahj Money)
Stop playin'
Yeah
I gave you my last
(T-T-TnT on the beat)
This shit wasn't easy, coming up, I had the harder way
Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway
I'm trying to reach success, don't give a fuck what y'all say
You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day
Yeah, I be still in them trenches, you know I get after the bag
Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy, go get you some cash
If you my brother, I love you, I swear I'll give you my last
I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I'm going do the dash, yeah
Fuck school, I'm out there close, ain't going to class
Can't lie, the only subject that I'm thankful for is math
Yeah, I be out in public smelling like a pound of thrax
Excuse me ma'am, I'm sorry, it ain't my fault that I sag
I got a question, let me know why you got a problem with me?
Don't dive in the water 'cause this shit is deep
But if you finna frog in this, pussy bitch leap
Almost every night, I got scream as a flax jet mask
And I didn't close my eyes, go to sleep
Bro fix comin', just stay out the streets
'Cause I don't want you in a position like me, yeah
I heard these pussy niggas talkin' gunplay, yeah
This shit can only end one way, yeah
We gon' catch you lacking someway, yeah
Shh, baow, bitch we don't play, yeah
This shit wasn't easy, coming up I had the harder way
Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway
I'm trying to reach success, don't give a fuck what y'all say
You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day
Yeah, I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag
Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash
If you my brother, I love you, I swear I'll give you my last
I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I'm going do the dash, yeah
I used to be walking around, them bitches was dogging me out
But now, they be stalking me out, them hoes won't stop callin' me now
They say I'm broke, fuck they talkin' about
Bro I can buy your mama a house
Pull up in the South, where it's never a drought
Ask for the cheat code, come shop with me now
Never put no one up in your business, always leave 'em clueless
Just watch how you movin'
Every day, think smart and don't be stupid
Tell the truth, I just be coolin'
Percocets, yeah, I abuse it
God blessed me and I knew it
Don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for music
I gotta walk around, with me a toolie
A nigga fuck with me and I'ma get ruthless
Got enough clips, we can film a whole movie
300 degrees, burn your ass like Juvie
Look at my neck, don't my shit look fruity?
Reach for my chain, your arm, you lose it
I got your bitch, and you know she was choosin'
Fuck her good, send her back, tell her keep movin', movin'
This shit wasn't easy, coming up, I had the harder way
Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway
I'm trying to reach success, don't give a fuck what y'all say
You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day
Yeah, I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag
Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash
If you my brother, I love you, I swear I'll give you my last
I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I'm going do the dash, yeah
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Thomas Horton
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