Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Travis Cantrell Johnson Jr.
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
You niggas be weaker than seasonin blend
Out the bag in my bag this won't ever end
Never stoppin ain't no blockin my vision
Had a dream I was inside a foreign bitch
Not like a person like a Porsche imma skirt it
Up and down and back and forth so much turbulence
Been off the porch n shit
Ain't much new to my crew
But we learnin shit
Learnin that life a gamble
It's up to you how much you lose
Or how you gon flip the bag
Different streams of revenue
that's very cool and somethin I never had
Niggas trynna graduate to the bag
So I know I can't be late
Gotta concentrate
98 plus two wont get it
Gotta be different
Gotta just spit it
Off the hip when shoot it
Never missin
Alway on my pivot
Never catch me slippin
Never trippin bout a bitch or any nigga
Worried bout the commas
That's my only business
Ion fuck around with the fuckarounds
Niggas can't sit next to me
Every line I write like a quarter pound
Ian messin round niggas just flip it
Nigga just lookin for a way out
A way up
Diggin myself up out the ground
Trynna stay up
Nigga born and raised up in the dirty south
It's okay bruh
Imma make sure I shine some light on the town
Fuck the shade bruh
Nigga just lookin for a way out
A way up
Diggin myself up out the ground
Trynna stay up
Nigga born and raised up in the dirty south
It's okay bruh
Imma make sure I shine some light on the town
Fuck the shade bruh
Never had shit
Niggas savage
You get the picture
Niggas real live live and die by the glizzy glock nine trigger
I'd be lyin if I said the system down for a nigga
They ion give a damn bout my people
2020 and they sayin that we equal
They can miss me wit it
Ian for the fecal
Matter fact a nigga off that
Ain't shit gone change
Least until I get a bigger name
Least until they watchin for the fame
And I know clout changin thangs these days
But real niggas we never change
Real nigga grounded in our ways
Real nigga that's the way we raised
Niggas ain't the same and some gon hate
I pray the fakes get exposed
Fake niggas yall sum fuckin hoes
Fake niggas irk my fuckin soul
And I hope and pray that I maintain
Sometimes this shit take a toll
Real nigga I'll never fold
They can never ever take my soul
Nigga just lookin for a way out
A way up
Diggin myself up out the ground
Trynna stay up
Nigga born and raised up in the dirty south
It's okay bruh
Imma make sure I shine some light on the town
Fuck the shade bruh
Nigga just lookin for a way out
A way up
Diggin myself up out the ground
Trynna stay up
Nigga born and raised up in the dirty south
It's okay bruh
Imma make sure I shine some light on the town
Fuck the shade bruh
Writer(s): Travis Johnson Jr.
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