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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Composer
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Yeat
Yeat
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(I-I'm—) (I-I-I'm working on dying) (BNYX) I don't fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm) I'ma take another Perc, I'ma take another bar I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm) Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm) Back in the day, I was swerving the motherfucking po' (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slanging that shit, go home Back in the day, I was hating, now I think y'all broke (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm riding the Rolls (Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flying around the world, yeah, I been hopping on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cupping a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfucking ecstasy (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turning, this willing Yeah, yeah, yeah Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever make it back Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take this back I don't fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm) I'ma take another Perc, I'ma take another bar I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm) Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm) Back in the day, I was swerving the motherfucking po' (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slanging that shit, go home Back in the day, I was hating, now I think y'all broke (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm riding the Rolls (Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flying around the world, yeah, I been hopping on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cupping a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfucking ecstasy (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turning, this willing Yeah, yeah, yeah Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever met the back Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
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