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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Programming
Jacob Reske
Jacob Reske
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Jacob Reske
Jacob Reske
Songwriter
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Reske
Jacob Reske
Co-Producer
Spencer Dennis
Spencer Dennis
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Ayy) City going up (up), so you better bust Finna see who really one of us Really spillin' blood (cuz), everybody tough 'Til they gotta go and see the judge Nigga better hush (hush), remember growin' up All I wanted was to be a thug Wanted me a plug (plug) to get a lil' bread Shoot a couple niggas in the head Still outside (outside), I don't hide from this shit for life Had to fight (I swear) for my life Took them hits in stride (I swear) If I die (die) for the guys Have my candlelight Goin' up (up) like the club After that, go slide (slide) Are you with that? I won't get back I'm gon' hop out and crack Are you with that? (yeah) I want big racks (yeah) I'm gon' flock, I'm gon' stack (huh?) Are you with that? (Ayy) Won't forget that (ayy) Shit I saw in my past (yeah) Are you with that (yeah) like I'm with that? Hope you watchin' your back (Hope you watchin' your back) (Hope you watchin' your back) Yeah (Hope you watchin' your back) Yeah Whenever I miss those days (days) Visit my Crips that lay (lay) Under the ground, runnin' around (yeah) We was them kids that played (dead homies) All in the street, followin' leads of niggas who lost they ways (dead homies) Some of them outside still (still) Some of them inside graves I'm a real beach boy (I'm a real beach boy) Come ride my wave (wave) Left me with a either-or Fill these voids or fill my bank (ayy, ayy) Blue strips only, you switched on me Mama told me 'bout you snakes Keep my shit off safety (yeah) You know you can never be too safe (you know it) Are you with that? I won't get back I'm gon' hop out and crack (ayy, yeah) Are you with that? I want big racks (with that) I'm gon' flock, I'm gon' stack (with that) Are you with that? Won't forget that (with that) Shit I saw in my past (with that) Are you with that like I'm with that? (Ayy) Hope you watching your back (yeah) Cars screech, I'll be gone (Hope you watchin' your back) Watch my back 'cause they gon' front on how they come (Hope you watchin' your back) Yeah Hit your block up, get back Up first, bet' not miss that Tell me if you with that, mm
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Jacob Reske Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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