Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hamran Tariq Chaudry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Take Care Of Them Roman
Producer
Hamran Tariq
Producer
Lyrics
Hats off to the real ones
Feel like imma real one
Shooting down with my airgun
Trust me I ain't having fun
Begging me to stay when I'm done
One night stand then on the run
Who got my back
None
It ain't over till I've won
It ain't over till I put Gucci on my thumb
With a gold plaque
To match with my flare gun
Hit and run
Back to square one
Took a pill I was on the moon
Lost my mind
She don't think I'm cool
I should go back to school
All the real ones left too soon
Now I'm all alone
I'm breaking all the rules
Yeah
Took some time out
Now I need a timeout
All my demons start to breakout
They'd do anything for clout
Sit here
Clear my doubts
See you down south
Shawty got a loud mouth
Wash my sins
What you trynna find out
I'm ahead
And way out
I ain't telling you to stay
Don't play with me
Today ain't the day
Vision faded
All I see is gray
All these bitches
Like to play
Eyes burn
Like I got pepper sprayed
Told my brother
I was on my way
He been waiting everyday
Don't worry
I'll be there in may
Hats off to the real ones
Feel like imma real one
Shooting down with my airgun
Trust me I ain't having fun
Begging me to stay when I'm done
One night stand then on the run
Who got my back
None
It ain't over till I've won
It ain't over till I put Gucci on my thumb
With a gold plaque
To match with my flare gun
Hit and run
Back to square one
Took a pill I was on the moon
Lost my mind
She don't think I'm cool
I should go back to school
All the real ones left too soon
Now I'm all alone
I'm breaking all the rules
Yeah
Breaking all the rules yeah
Took some time out
Now I need a timeout
All my demons start to breakout
They'd do anything for clout
Sit here
Clear my doubts
See you down south
Shawty got a loud mouth
Wash my sins
What you trynna find out
I'm ahead
And way out
Written by: Hamran Tariq Chaudry
