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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DD Osama
DD Osama
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Reyes
David Reyes
Composer
Spencer Harris
Spencer Harris
Composer
Samuel Dimits
Samuel Dimits
Composer
Lionel Rudolf
Lionel Rudolf
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Producer
SAM BEATS
SAM BEATS
Producer
Rude Dolph
Rude Dolph
Producer

Lyrics

(Tuned up) Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man The future I know that they mad 'cause they big homie dead, yeah (on bro) I know that they sad 'cause they other mans dead, yeah (on bro) I know that they sad 'cause they friends keep dyin' (all 'em) I ain't lyin' when I said, "We made mommas cry" (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma be good, boy, I promise, just gotta be patient, gon' come in a week, yeah (on bro) Youngest in charge of my team, I'm the youngest to do it, LV on my feet, bitch Designer drip and it's fashion, 'Miri the jean, don't rock 'em like me, yeah (uh-huh) You gotta move on from your past tense 'cause if you don't, where your life gon' be? Real shit And I can never go ahead and stress 'bout no bitch, I'ma rack me behind and buy a new bitch For my niggas in the hood, I gotta do shit 'cause they had me and bro before that bullshit (yeah) I'll give it all up just to bring you back, I'm missin' your soul, I'm seeing flashbacks On the 'Grammy, try to troll me saying, "Go get back," they don't even know they sad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they mad 'cause they big homie dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they sad 'cause they other mans dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they sad 'cause they friends keep dyin' I ain't lyin' when I said we made mommas cry Get a new gun, this one is dirty (yeah) Brodie just hung out the V, left that nigga burning My brother just stepped on my shoes I told him he good, I got money, you don't gotta worry (on bro) Look at that V, who that? (Who that?) If they move a lil' wrong, then all my niggas gotta clap (baow, baow, baow, baow) Brodie, move back, they throwin' right now, don't get turned to a pack Baow, baow, we spinnin' they block (baow) If we missin' them shots, then we doublin' back (baow, baow) "Ah, ah," that's the sound that he made when his lil' dumb-ass done got tagged in the ass And these niggas can't do it like me, I'm the youngest OG sellin' outta country And half of y'all niggas be industry plants, I ain't goin' for that, it could never be me (never) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they mad 'cause they big homie dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they sad 'cause they other mans dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they sad 'cause they friends keep dyin' I ain't lyin' when I said we made mommas cry Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they mad 'cause they big homie dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they sad 'cause they other mans dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that they sad 'cause they friends keep dyin' I ain't lyin' when I said we made mommas cry
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