Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
SheedTs
Künstler:in
Babyface Ray
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rasheed Rose
Texte
Jesse Evans
Songwriter:in
David Morse
Songwriter:in
Alkan Alinca
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chen Shen
Mischtechniker:in
Shihadeh Nathen at Manhattan Beach Recording, New York, NY
Ingenieur:in
Peter A. Barker at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Mischtechniker:in
David Morse
Produzent:in
Alkan Alinca
Produzent:in
Evince
Produzent:in
Jacob Stewart at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
We all got milestones we ain't catch
Youngin' up 30 but he ain't Steph
I got a bad bitch on my left
Trappin' that shit he gon offer a check
Ion like sleepin' without no sex
I can't geek if she ain't my best
I can't reach ima send her a lyft
How you think I got it fuckin with this
If he got a name then the bitch gon pick
Change?
You the one that changed on me
How you askin' me for help and putting blame on me
How you throw me to the wolves and then just rain on me
How you saying that you cant accept the game for me
Yea(no no no)
Coulda got my name from me
Yea(no no no)
How you turn away from me yea
(no no no)
I ain't never knew that's what I had at first
I ain't never knew that's what I
I ain't never knew that this shit really been green
I done went rags to riches I could tell you bout the whole thing
I could tell you bout the way a nigga started off
Flip shit sold shit till he got it all
I was writing but I knew this shit was on the wall
I ain't Stojaković way a nigga ball
98 bulls really 0 3 3
It's the question a bitch gon get me
Only time a feel love when I feel heat
I'm the same young nigga on my own feet
You ain't never seen a nigga do a cold sweep
I got 50 on the run for the whole week
I know a nigga that died trying goal keep
That's the way the shit fnn like a whole jeep
We all got milestones we ain't catch
Youngin up 30 but he ain't steph
I got a bad bitch on my left
Trappin' that shit he gon offer a check
Ion like sleepin' without no sex
I can't geek if she ain't my best
I can't reach ima send her a lyft
How you think I got it fuckin' with this
If he got a name then the bitch gon' pick
Change?
You the one that changed on me
How you askin' me for help and putting blame on me
How you throw me to the wolves and then just rain on me
How you saying that you cant accept the game for me
Yea(no no no)
Coulda got my name from me
Yea(no no no)
How you turn away from me yea
(no no no)
I ain't never knew that's what I had at first
I ain't never knew that's what I
Bet on me you get a win
Chasing this paper I'm catching my win
Fuck her once tell her we better as friends
Fuck her once tell her she better with him
You ain't one hundred she rather be ten
I rather relax laid back in a benz
Im holding her while she giving me head
You holding her hand new pic for the gram
Damn why you change on me
I'm from the Mud I got a stain on me
Fuck Niggas hate on me
New Gucci jacket just get some rain on me
Girl everything on me
You know I be rocking the shit nigga ain't gonna see
Feeling like meech in 03
I'm Plotting on M's at the bar sipping lychees with B
You ballin or what or you yell from the stands
If put you on gang don't you tell what I said
She want my collagen she smelling this cash
Sharing is caring split it in half
You purpin' or working boy get you a bag
I'll meet you money I've been in the grass
Niggas won't listen he dealing with press
Catch em and split em we get you repressed
Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, David James Morse, Jesse Lichtman Evans, Alkan Alinca, Rasheed Rose
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