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Rod Wave - HG4 (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BeatsByTrain
BeatsByTrain
Producer
Dkeyz
Dkeyz
Producer
Ayo Bleu
Ayo Bleu
Producer

Lyrics

With the hand I was dealt with, they probably thought that I'd be dead or in jail Where I'm from, every day feels hotter than hell Still gotta keep your heater when it's hot, I tell you (yo, Keyz) 'Cause you don't wanna be stressed out in a hundred-degree weather People love to talk down and say my name, but they don't know a thing Every day, I'm thanking God that my lifestyle changed Every time I missed the bus, I walked to school in the rain Know you love to hear my song, but are you feelin' my pain? I used to log on thе book, see RIPs, man, this shit here ain't safe I grabbed my tool and grabbed my books, we strapped down every day Fatz says he ain't got no opps, so give me your flame He's crazy, cocked it back, then banged it 'fore he play with my name I love to rap, but gettin' attention was my biggest of fears This rap shit was just my dream, but I'm finally here As soon as I bumped into the millions, bought my sister a whip She used to let me borrow her bike to go hit me a lick Remember my bed had bugs, so I slept on the floor Take my pain out with that poker, go and kick me a door In the apartment with my partner, his grandma says I'm a demon At the gas station, waitin', plottin', and schemin' And I thought that my heart was in the trenches forever My other partner killed his partner, changed my whole perspective We all got 24 hours and one life to maintain So get up off your ass, nigga, go It's all about grinding, fuck perfect timing Fuck maintainin', get rich or die tryin' When it's you against the world, your back against the wall You're down on your luck, tell me who can you call? Your ho keep complaining, bitch, won't shut the fuck up Get the fuck out of my face and shut the fuck up Tell me who could I call when I was fucked up? Tell me who can you call when you're fucked up? (Uh-uh-uh)
Writer(s): Rodarius Marcell Greene, Braylen Rembert, David Cabral, Bryan Beachley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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