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High Stakes
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
The Spinners
The Spinners
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr.
Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr.
Songwriter
Paolo NoiseLeRoy Bell
Paolo NoiseLeRoy Bell
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Thomas Bell
Songwriter
Casey James
Casey James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Nes
Nes
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, yeah Haha, I had to put a time stamp on this, yeah It's my birthday And I'm feeling great I feel great Yeah, fuck it, I'm feeling great 24 today, by the way Okay Came a long way (yeah, I came a long way) Ayy, I looked up and said Goddamn I came a long way In the VIP, this shit feel like a showcase Take me to a place I'd rather be, there's no place I gotta pocket full of cash, it's more than I made last year when I was packing Oh wait, it's been two years, I lost track and No way I'm going back, I been in mansions Been in whips so quick that you lose traction And made 6 figure transactions Met a lot of pretty women, A.K.A distractions And some fuck niggas with subliminal captions I won't, I won't show these lames no compassion Wanna play the game, gotta have expansion Ex sent me an email, came with attachments And like a fan of the show, nigga I started snapping What's happening? What's happening? What's happening? What's happening, oh, what's happening? Woah, woah, high stakes got me feeling like I'm gambling (I can ball out but lose it all) Drink got a nigga rambling (like I'm talking to myself) But hit me up I wake up and see a roof over my head Used to be the roof of a '04 Audi That shit used to be my bed Lot of disrespect from those who used to be my friends Lot of chicks to replace, hoes used to be friends I don't fuck who I offend, real and fake cannot blend And I pray to God I never lose a cake, Amen (Amen) With the high stakes, I'm in I'm in, even when niggas after me I still stroll through the city casually RIP Staten G, Ali gone, that's another tragedy Oh my God, who gon' show the kids strategy? I done seen so many things they gotta see I made it to the game using honesty I know my mama proud of me God tell her she gave birth to a young prodigy Ayy, ayy, thank you To the most up High up, high up Praying that them blessing don't stop I'm praying that them blessings don't Yeah
Writer(s): Thomas Randolph Bell, Casey James, Leroy M. Bell, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Philip Anthony Coleman Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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