Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Mad Max
Mad Max
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brittany Hazzard
Brittany Hazzard
Songwriter
Rick Witherspoon Jr.
Rick Witherspoon Jr.
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Lasker
Kieran Lasker
Assistant Engineer
Mad Max
Mad Max
Producer

Lyrics

Ooh, man, that's pressure Yeah, pressure Havin' my way with the money, yeah Nah, my muscles just gon' tighten up when get on that flow Havin' my way with the money, yeah, that shit keep comin' and comin' Ran through the stack, I get rack on a rack, I keep doin' and doin' I did a show, caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin' God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin' God got me, woke me up, took me in Set me down, broke me down, said make me proud I came up, I rose up out the mud Can't trust nobody so in God I trust I'm a grinder, oh ooh oh oh oh You got the number one song on the radio and you still gotta sit in jail? I went in late, I'm on the top rack by the lake I'ma sleep all day and be up late I had to make the best of what I had I'm in the trap spot with a bang Fuckin' a bad bitch with the brain Double the carats, get the rings Standin' on all ten in the game Just say went all in in the pain Happen to merc and I'm thankin' 'bout minutes Thankin' 'bout gunnin, new daughter, delivered Thankin' 'bout havin' a car in the city Under the tint, she be showin' her titties There was a time when my name would get mentioned Hard to stay fly when your pockets is empty Bentley pull up, we gon' drop in there, simply I'ma work out and go hard in this industry Cardiovascular, cardio fitness Get outta pocket, we deal with it quickly Lovin' a snake, turned around and it bit me right in the kidney Havin' my way with the money, yeah, that shit keep comin' and comin' Ran through the stack, I get rack on a rack, I keep doin' and doin' I did a show, caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin' God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin' God got me, woke me up, took me in Set me down, broke me down, said make me proud I came up, I rose up out the mud Can't trust nobody so in God I trust Hey look, check it out Hey, I'ma make mistakes in life Yes sir I'm not perfect, ya heard me? (I'm not perfect) You know, don't judge me 'cause I don't judge Ain't been to no funerals lately, my partners, they dead or in jail I fought the pain for a long time, I tried a lot and I failed But now it's time to excel, they come on a metric ton scale Say hold on to the guard rail, flyin' outta here From takin' a trip to supply to takin' a trip to Dubai I done been shitted on by a lotta rappers and it don't at all matter The ones that fuck with me know I'm one-thousand, they know I'm all action I'm a big general, I could send a load, making bread winner in life I could cook off the pot or a broke scale I could lock Re-compress fire ton in a box Guerilla hustle, I done been on the block Havin' my way with the money, yeah, that shit keep comin' and comin' Ran through the stack, I get rack on a rack, I keep doin' and doin' I did a show, caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin' God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin' God got me, woke me up, took me in Set me down, broke me down, said make me proud I came up, I rose up out the mud Can't trust nobody so in God I trust
Writer(s): Rick Witherspoon, Marcellus Gates, Brittany Hazzard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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