Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amman Moosa Nurani
Songwriter
Harrison Song
Songwriter
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Songwriter
Roderick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harrison Song
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Evrgrn
Producer
Kenny Stuntin
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way
Mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
I'm still waitin' on my moment, give a damn about my opponent
Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs
Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings
Thankful for my mother and for pops plantin' the seed
Half the time a war start from envious and greed
Every time I rock a show, my fans don't wanna leave
Workin' out in boxin' mode, we trainin', we like Creed
We trainin', we like Creed (trainin', we like Creed)
Oh-oh
Pop a few, I'm geekin' on shrooms (shrooms)
Call your bitch, tell her link, she comin' through (yeah)
I'm healin' up, but my insides still bruised (still bruised)
Just hold ten, I'm just startin' to get a groove (yeah)
Bought some Perc' tens for my man, I took two (I took two)
These niggas real hoes and they talk more than the news (yeah)
I'm a big dog and these lil' niggas is poodles
Chasin' big racks, I ain't worried 'bout who's who
Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way
Mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
Lately, I've been slow to speak, still stay out they reach
Contemplatin' my sins, I'm pacing, I been losing sleep
The AC blastin', my tires all screech
Plottin' on grindin', I've been curvin' all the speeds
Still movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust
(Movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust)
I showed you real love, you ain't have to stab me in my back, it was only us
Fuck 'em, I went black card
Biggest yachty on the dock
Play my role and Maybach, Double-R, I ghost 'em all
Quick to follow protocol
Might get them folks involved
Flirtin' with Promethazine, sippin' had me dozin' off
Even though the paper straight
I'ma chase a billion, I remember comin' out Section 8
Now I got expensive taste
Take your bitch and levitate her
Just hit the Miami island house, my room got elevator
I ain't been havin' time, I'm on my grind, it's all fate
Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way (it's all fate)
Mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
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