Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teezyi
Teezyi
Composer
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Kobe Vidal Crawford
Kobe Vidal Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teezyi
Teezyi
Producer

Lyrics

(Teezyi on the beat) Yeah On God, man, I never thought I'll see myself where I'm at today, man That shit a blessing Knew I would wonder when I knew I was different Wasn't worried about no clique, wasn't worried about fittin' it Take these Amiri's back 'cause these racks couldn't fit in these With all this money that I got, I need bigger jeans (bag) Can't hold me back, I got bigger dreams (can't hold me back, nigga) Make a scene and I clear a scene (I get these young niggas to air this bitch out) 'Cause I ain't met nobody yet like me, and that's on God'n'em I just spent like fifty on a Plain Jane (I swear I did) My girl was like don't buy it until I got her the same thing (I bust her down) I watch what I do 'cause I show my kids things (I know they watching) I was ballin' with a broke ankle, but I still played (hey) I know that Devin gon' be straight because he self maid (my first Quan) I wish wish that we could talk a little more to keep myself sane (I love it) My life had flashed before my eyes, I thought that death came I was in Golden state with that fire way before Steph came Might hit the dice with Macio, but you know it's no low bait (Macio) I just talked to Neasa the other day, the boy still on Gresham (big boy) Them hood clubs love me, we pack that bitch like Coachella (Co', yeah) How the fuck you go against the Homie? Boy, you know better (Rich Homie, baby) Knew I would wonder when I knew I was different (knew I was different) Wasn't worried about no clique, wasn't worried about fittin' it (I was not worried) Take these Amiri's back 'cause these racks couldn't fit in these (nah, they can't it in it) With all this money that I got, I need bigger jeans (bag) Can't hold me back, I got bigger dreams (can't hold me back, nigga) Make a scene and I clear a scene (I get these young niggas to air this bitch out) 'Cause I ain't met nobody yet like me, and that's on God'n'em Come on, let it go Just let it be Why don't you be you, and I be me? My wrist is froze, you can feel this breeze Why don't you be you, and I be me? I put my momma through tragedies I told her one day I shake these streets Where I come from that shit normal to bleed (normal to bleed), yeah Say I fuck on her, she text me, "Stop bugging like a insect" Know my Lamb' is a target, still drive it through the trenches Hood nigga take a nat bitch and treat like a princess I was praying for lil' Joe, the doctor said that it was inches White boy serving soda, hold up, pull up in that rolls truck Codeine got me slowed up, free all of the jousters If you ain't got your blower, do not jump off nan' porch High school gave up hooping dreams, that pistol in my Jan sport Remember times we was feeling like we would never win Homies I won't see again, I still haven't accepted it Know life's a gamble, but we keep rollin' Watch out for the task force and kill what harass us Knew I would wonder when I knew I was different (knew I was different) Wasn't worried about no clique, wasn't worried about fittin' it (I was not worried) Take these Amiri's back 'cause these racks couldn't fit in these (nah, they can't it in it) With all this money that I got, I need bigger jeans (bag) Can't hold me back, I got bigger dreams (can't hold me back, nigga) Make a scene and I clear a scene (I get these young niggas to air this bitch out) 'Cause I ain't met nobody yet like me, and that's on God'n'em Come on, let it go Just let it be Why don't you be you, and I be me? My wrist is froze, you can feel this breeze Why don't you be you, and I be me?
Writer(s): Dequantes Lamar, Kobe Crawford, Decorelan Tompkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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