Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zay Mitchell
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
And I do this shit
I was down bad
I was down broke
Now I'm making bags
And brought a different scope
Brought some different smoke
Gained some different hopes
Took some different notes
I been done with the family ties had to cut some ropes
I doing better though
I found a badder hoe
I know **** be talking but I still had them though
Now I'm laughing yo
In the Outback of my padio
Drinking alloro
You don't even know what the fuck that is ****
I done made it to the top with no kids ****
New set of nails when I split yo fucking head ****
We leave you dead ****
Watch yo body shed ****
We carry led ****
4 5 gon put you to bed ****
I had fed ****
Broke but still gave you a hand ****
Understand ****
Back doored by half of my fam ****
And All i do is ask why
Every night I just cry
In my mind I'm saying thug it out
Free my twin he in that pin I pray he make it out
FN and new amiri is how I'm walking out
I got my bread and my choppa when I come back south
Yeah I be back ****
Written by: Zay Mitchell