Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rontrel Frazier
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Baby, baby, you can't stand by me, by me
Save, save my soul if I'm gone
This motherfucker too trim, Louis
Save me please, I'm on my knees
Tell them boys let's go to war
And end this beef, uh
All the boys get fly as hell, in pour a piece
I'm paranoid, you starin' hard, I'm clutchin' heat
Nah, for real, I got mouths to feed, can't play bout me
I'm forever thuggin' like C-Money, I'm forever eatin
They say flex, you been the truth, uh, nobody believe
I watch them all jump wave to wave, I can't believe, ****
Hunnid homies was on stage, now, it's just me, ****
Wonder why I'm still in the hood like some cheat liquor
They askin' why ain made it, but I been had it made
How the fuck they go against me, knowin' I came from the pain
Way before February, we was gettin' paid
loved by every hood, even loved by the J's
Guess I'm growin' because I'm learnin' from the mistakes that I done made
And I can never speak on secrets that I'm takin' to my grave, ****
We got it poppin' off of nothin
And I ain't skip the grind, I was doin' shows for 300
How I'm a local rapper when they bump me across the country
And it's Fetti Gang the Mob shit, they know who get the money, huh
Like how I can shop in different states
Why they call you flex? Because I'm movin' all this weight
They could show me love, but all they choose to do is hate
And I ain't never had shit, so I put it in they face
Quarter pound, half a pound, make the trap aye
They thought it was my birthday, how I'm gettin' all the cake
Them streets a do you dirty, prayin' for blue, he beat the case
And these **** think they ballin', but they really in the way
I told my young ****, don't be no crash dummy
It seems everybody love you till you have somethin
Thinkin' bout my daughters and my son when I'm on the ave thumping
I could be anywhere in the world and get the trap jumpin', yeah
Written by: Rontrel Frazier