Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Rap
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Rap
Lauren Santi
Lauren Santi
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Wool
Jason Wool
Songwriter
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Songwriter
Donte Perkins
Donte Perkins
Songwriter
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Wool
Jason Wool
Producer
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Producer
TaeBeast
TaeBeast
Producer
Julian "Juice" Santos
Julian "Juice" Santos
Mixing Engineer
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look at them flames lightin' up the sky Ain't never seen fire shootin' up so high Look at them flames lightin' up the sky Look at them flames lighting up the sky I ain't never seen fire shooting up so high Are you listening people to what I'm sayin'? 'Cause it sure looks to me like them niggas ain't playin' Them niggas ain't playin' Them niggas ain't playin' Them niggas ain't playin' (Uh, let's get it) Got a house full of cars and it be like that (yeah) House full of pain and it be like that Fell out of love and it be like that Mouth full of drugs and it be like that (yeah) I done ran out of faith and it be like that Hid many times and it be like that Bled for the gang and it be like that I died so many ways and it be like that It's like- Wait, grew around beef so long, it's like cake Soon I bring God around, we part ways I done lost friends, came up the same day I done caught ends with shit that won't change I ain't buy dope enough to push skis Tryna stay self-aware within me Ran through the streets so much my name clean The only Crip gave the Crips a new scene I done checked off the list of my dreams Cats don't deserve the shit that I bring Cats don't earn the shit that I burn Lil' nigga standin' tall and be firm I can see that us done with them, I deserve Keep tryna align with shit that don't work Joy came in the day that I birthed Jay showed her daddy need some new work (uh, yeah) Fried chicken wings, my new shit was clean Golf in Bel Air, I'm so beyond my means Eight figures up, your hood get too stuck Nothin' here standard, everything deluxe I done had it all and still ain't had enough I'ma get mine, you get all me Mouth full of drugs, a d-dope fiend Got a house full of cars and it be like that (be like that) House full of pain and it be like that (be like that) Fell out of love and it be like that (be like that) Mouth full of drugs and it be like that I done ran out of faith and it be like that (be like that) Hid many times and it be like that (be like that) Bled for the gang and it be like that (be like that) I died so many ways and it be like that It's like- Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana- uh, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Gave up so much time that I could do without Laugh at that brand new bitch, she had the motormouth Skeletons in my closet, had to kick 'em out Sellings wars in my head, there's more to go around (Shit) Repent for my sins, then I turn around By next weekend, do it again Wash, rinse, repeat, cycle won't end Just spin, I'm bent, she bent, and bend over I hit, I dip, I need to slow it down Uppers got me on T-E-N, I spent a million to be zen Bought a Jesus piece with diamonds in it Still curse words in my hymns, let's begin (Soulo hoe) Righteous malfeasance (Soulo hoe) Fightin' my demons (Soulo hoe) Might spend my evenings alone and that's not that I got- So many ways and it be like that Shit went left field, I be right back Shot for the moon, now I need my gat Cocaine is a hell of a drug And my year been Heaven above But 'nuff is just never enough I'm stuck when I should be levelin' up My main bitch done fell out of love No, it's not shine, they can not see Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Pussy hoe, nigga uh, pussy hoe, nigga uh Pussy hoe, bitch, ayy get off my dick, ayy I need hundred percent if I'm gonna deal with the shit I got too much to risk, took a new head of the list Can't be dead in the mix The game gon' fill up the fridge The cap done came off the lid The boy done burnt up the bridge The last crew fell off was his A black man barely can stand A black man still in demand Prolly gon' die with your friends Got a house full of cars and it be like that (be like that) House full of pain and it be like that (be like that) Fell out of love and it be like that (be like that) Mouth full of drugs and it be like that I done ran out of faith and it be like that (be like that) Hid many times and it be like that (be like that) Bled for the gang and it be like that (be like that) I died so many ways and it be like that It's like- Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, ass, titties Marijuana, hydro, pussy hoe, pussy hoe Niggas
Writer(s): Quincy Matthew Hanley, Donte Perkins, Herbert Anthony Stevens Iv, Jason Wool, Luciano, Mario Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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