Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Vocals
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Songwriter
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Daniel Hackett
Daniel Hackett
Songwriter
Raymond Komba
Raymond Komba
Songwriter
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Songwriter
Uforo Ebong
Uforo Ebong
Songwriter
Roderick Moore
Roderick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Producer
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Additional Producer
Daytrip
Daytrip
Additional Producer
Russ Chell
Russ Chell
Additional Producer
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Co-Producer
Ray Keys
Ray Keys
Co-Producer
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Producer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different) If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it) Living every day like it was Christmas 'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah) And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah) And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah) And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah) 'Cause I'm gifted Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà" I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way" Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece See, I was 12 years with the Tommy fit 15, crankin' "Bobby Bitch" I was 17 years on this Earth When I popped a Perc', made my body itch Need a pound of blow when I'm drownin' slow I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch We was slap-boxin', no Karate Kid Start to see the difference with a lotta shit And my grandma got a lotta kids Bought whips foreign, no mileages Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit But I still got a lotta wallet Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for 'Member last year I was mad poor Seen my momma cry over homicides Now she down to fly, she got a passport And my brother locked for a backdoor Got my grandma a new Jaguar Big body whips like Shaq car No credit, check, straight cash, card Nigga, no stress, I progress That's Mos Def like Black Star Seen the future in my Audemars Stack paper, don't do no facade Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà" I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way" Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different) If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it) Living every day like it was Christmas 'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah) And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah) And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah) And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah) 'Cause I'm gifted Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà" I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way" Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Ray Keys, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Anthony Clemons Jr., Tarron D Crayton, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Cordae Amari Dunston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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