Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millyz
Performer
Sada James
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sada James
Composer
Myles Lockwood
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buckroll
Producer
Lyrics
Cold showers, bathing in my pain, I'll be back in an hour
This where they package the powder
He tried the box, that shit hit him like Deontay Wilder
I took the losses by myself, but when I won, we was winning
Witness took the stand this sung bros got life like Jennings
Shit be falling out of my mind I don't even be penning
Marble floors in the Villa we came from humble beginnings
Bitches trying to link, but I'm too busy to get drinks
I can't take you on a date, I slip once that's my fate
Used to dream about this lifestyle to put me in a wraith
Now I'd rather SRT that shit better on a chase
Paranoia on my brain, thinking maybe I'm delusional
Casualties in war that means friends you gotta lose a few
If you let 'em think you food they gon try to get to chewing you
Bullets had him on the ground, twitching like he doing hula hoops
Had to take it overseas because the local shit was boring
My member prick your finger on the day that you get sworn in
Moving like the mob that's how it be when we swarming
Winter time we raise the temperature, this glock is global warming
I'm just listening, absorbing, kicking back up in this Foreign
1500 for the Louie sneakers on the pedal flooring
Label to bed when I was young, miseducated like I'm Lauryn
And now we round the globe touring, they was snoozing, we alarmed them
It's Blanco
That's my hitter riding by him with the pole on his hip
Boy, you better watch how you talk before we flip your shit
We got that type of money that make a broke bitch act up
Get into that paper motherfuckers trying to catch up
Pop out in foreigns with the stars on the wraith
These diamonds dripping on my neck I gotta play it safe
They say we too deep, but that's the mob, that's the gang
Got my middle finger up for your motherfucking lames
I just keep going, I don't care what they say
Vision turned reality, I'm blessed to see the day
Spend that money like a check and get it right back
Yeah, it's like that, yeah
Yola pure as my intentions, know them people want me fenced in
Indictments always pending, I keep cashing out on pendants
Sliding by my solo, I can't do no co-defendants
Self-sufficient on this mission never seen me codependent
We was dogs until the end, he turned cat and broke the friendship
They don't reach out until your money up and then they want to mend it
I know my ex bitch doing bad, look at me, I'm doing splendid
Me and hatred, never blended, I'm embracing all these trenches
I'm in LA as I'm writing this, range rover passenger
Pistol in my pocket, run down, I'm trying to splatter ya
He thought that he was smart, and now they picking his brain matter up
We play ball with whoever, brodie on deck like batter up
That's a hell cat not a challenger
I'm in a different caliber
Remember, re-in up on bizzy's hundred dollars trying to gather up
Living by the sword, swinging my shit like excalibur
He ain't about to take a plea
The DA offered to 20 calendars, it's nasty
That's my hitter riding by him with the pole on his hip
Boy, you better watch how you talk before we flip your shit
We got that type of money that make a broke bitch act up
Get into that paper motherfuckers trying to catch up
Pop out in foreigns with the stars on the wraith
These diamonds dripping on my neck I gotta play it safe
They say we too deep, but that's the mob, that's the gang
Got my middle finger up for your motherfucking lames
I just keep going, I don't care what they say
Vision turned reality, I'm blessed to see the day
Spend that money like a check and get it right back
Yeah, it's like that, yeah
Writer(s): Kristof Lilienthal, Sada James, Myles Lockwood
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