Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DeNario Cook-Hawkins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Damn, how it come it that?
Thought we a fallout bout some money, never bout a rat
You telling hoes how you gone kill me, **** how you gone do that ?
They played me left, but I'm too real can't even fake it with em back
That shit be crazy, say they love you want yo spot, right where you at
My old bitch left me, but she dumb shit I was just getting on track
Don't need a gang I'm by myself hop out and get on **** ass
On the drill I'm ball hogging I done took my brother hat
You gotta cover up yo hand and watch out for these snakes
Seventeen on that road with that Shìt, switching states
Tryna back to back get that boy out the way
I aint never need a hand rocking out with the drake
Gotta a lot to say, but never said it in my face
My brother switching up on me, I thought I'd never see the day
**** real life a play like they yo bro to set the play
Yo man's a kill you and yo bitch a set you up, boy that's the game
Aye, **** Can't never shut me up, I got a lot to say
Before I ever get back down to zero, I'll rob the bank
Came from the M back to the east like emoni bates
I been, prepared for you to leave so I been buying rakes
**** acting like bitches for the fame, man these **** gay
I use to think **** was real man these **** snakes
My **** set me up, (damn) I gotta get him out the way
Put the beats to a **** face, call me Dr. Dre
I had to take a couple losses, just so I can learn
Bridges burn
Ain't want me to be great now watch them tables turn
Watch them treat you like you shit when you still on the curb
Came from the bottom, wiggled out that bitch just like a worm
Pass the flame to my **** ray, and he gone let it burn
Slide down yo block and send some shit a **** can't return
Pass the flame to my **** ray, and he gone let it burn
Slide down yo block and send some shit a **** can't return
Written by: DeNario Cook-Hawkins