Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Da'Ron Groves
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Lost my dad, I was six months, I ain't know him yet
Lincoln Way & Chapin St, they started blowin' shit
Insecure about the little shit, they never noticed it
I ain't wanna do a lot of shit, I stopped my motion
**** was jokin' when I rap, I ain't take it jokin
A lot of demons you can't see, but I always noticed
Pray to God as much as I can, that keeps me focused
When you dealt with the devil, bs happen slowly
Get some pussy every night, my **** didn't know I was ho'in
He text my shawty, I ain't say shit, I just kept it, noted
All my shawties tell me everything, cause I'm always open
Ain't say shit, I took his bitch, don't know if he know it yet
I ain't trippin' no more, ****, we smoke a big gas
It was a point where it was only thick bitchs, now she don't got no ass
That scammin' shit I was capin' bout ion got no cash
Trickin' hoes, ****, uh, you can get that bag
Lost my dad, I was six months, I ain't know him yet
Lincoln Way & Chapin St, they started blowin' shit
Insecure about the little shit, they never noticed it
I ain't wanna do a lot of shit, I stop my motion
**** popped out the car outta nowhere with a ski mask
Saw him in my rearview, hopped out with a sig-mag
He said, chill, Ron, it's me, ****, I ain't tryna get blown back
Almost took it to 2015, ****, let's go back
Almost don't count, motherfuckin, you know that
I ain't trippin' on you little ****, where your hoes at
He my lil' killer, my lil' brother, if I blow, you blow back
Written by: Da'Ron Groves
