Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
6LACK
6LACK
Vocals
ELHAE
ELHAE
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adeyinka Bankole
Adeyinka Bankole
Songwriter
Christopher T. Justice
Christopher T. Justice
Songwriter
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Songwriter
Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fwdslxsh
Fwdslxsh
Producer
Gravez
Gravez
Producer
Jared Gagarin
Jared Gagarin
Mixing Engineer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Cleary got me fucked up Taking out the trash on yo' ass I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck Everything I been through is everything I am What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up? Still down to earth, never stuck up Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck I sacrifice most of my time So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck I'm what? Come for mines and guns up Wanna talk, better run ya funds up I'm from the 5, middle finger like I'm Nudy It's Mr turn the tabernacle to a movie, ooo-wee Keep it moving, nothing to see I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci On the block, ain't have no OG to school me We just yelling wassup like Skooly We hit the mall and we ball all day I really know a drought, so it's blue hundreds in the safe My nigga ain't a Jake, but he running with that K And you might take a L just for running out your face I'm still the love doc, hood therapist My life is VVS, I practice clarity I practice what I preach I'm living what I teach Was looking down now, they looking up to me Cleary got me fucked up Taking out the trash on yo' ass I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck Everything I been through, is everything I am What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up? Still down to earth, never stuck up Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck I sacrifice most of my time So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck Riding through Atlanta on a off day Hoping that nobody double cross me Hit up Keisha, "Have you seen Parlay?" 'Cause he ain't make it to the after party, aye Spin the block 'cause it's hot, keeping watch Six o'clock time for Greg Street to rock (Hmm, mmm, aye, okay) I used to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood Anne's Snack Bar, where the food real good I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules Best of both worlds 'cause a nigga went to school I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl Might be quiet, baby, but I'm ready to rock your world, yeah (Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)
Writer(s): Daniel Paul Foster, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr., Adeyinka Bankole-ojo, Christopher Justice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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