Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butcher Brown
Performer
Morgan Burrs
Guitar
Tennishu
Trumpet
DJ Harrison
Keyboards
Kevin Simpson
Tenor Saxophone
J.C. Kuhl
Baritone Saxophone
Corey Fonville
Drums
R4ND4ZZO
Bass Guitar
Dr. Reginald Chapman
Tuba
Pete Anderson
Trombone
Suzette Fischer
Alto Saxophone
Charles Owens
Tenor Saxophone
Tye Proffitt
Trombone
Sam Koff
Trombone
Mambo Miller
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tennishu
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butcher Brown
Producer
Chris Dunn
Producer
Seth Presant
Mixing Engineer
Lance Kohler
Recording Engineer
Paul Blakemore
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Plane finna touch down
Shit is swimmin' in my mind goin' 'round and 'round
Thoughts creepin' up inside, it's 'bout to go down
Turn around for help and I get not even a sound
Tell me that you wit' the gang but you not around
We just tryna get paid, spread it all around
Since a young one, I fell in love with the sound
Turn that shit the fuck up, make the whole party drown
They just wanna kick it when the camera on
But the not day one's gotta leave me 'lone
Walkin' winner's circle, man, I'm always in the zone
I don't pick up, leave me a message when you hear the tone
Don't come with that bullshit when you on my phone
Or I'll be knockin' on the front door of your home
Lion hunter, you ain't gotta throw this dog a bone
Peelin' in the Lambo' with the wind, I'm gone, yeah
[Chorus]
You think you will but you won't
'Cause I'ma do what they don't
Mind on the bands, I ain't stoppin' for no man
Got the whole room full of smoke
'Cause you just doin' what you can
Steady watchin' like a fan
In the truck with the whole band
Ayo, nothin' is the same
Do it for the whole gang
[Verse 2]
Paper chasin', ****, fuck a "Can we got along?"
Team is too strong
Years ahead of all the shit you on
Yeah, you heard it first
You be workin' but we put in work
We goin' berzerk
Blood, sweat and tear all in my shirt
You don't understand and can't pick up, not even with a scan
Cross the whole land
Kickin' holes all inside yo' plan
'Cause you weak as fuck
My shit hit just like a Mack truck
Talkin' out the side would not advise for you to get buck
Ain't none of it luck
Grind, grind, I'ma get mine
Wrist shine with the ice tellin' all the fuckin' time
All the fuckin' time
People livin' life stuck on rewind
Since Im runnin' out of time
I'ma go and get mine
Hundred thousand miles an hour tryna get this paper
Get the game, work the land, go back to the maker
Get the bread baked up, I'm the head baker
Stack it high for the babies so they have it later
[Chorus]
You think you will but you won't
'Cause I'ma do what they don't
Mind on the bands, I ain't stoppin' for no man
Got the whole room full of smoke
'Cause you just doin' what you can
Steady watchin' like a fan
In the truck with the whole band
Ayo, nothin' is the same
Do it for the whole gang
You think you will but you won't
'Cause I'ma do what they don't
Mind on the bands, I ain't stoppin' for no man
Got the whole room full of smoke
'Cause you just doin' what you can
Steady watchin' like a fan
In the truck with the whole band
Ayo, nothin' is the same
Do it for the whole gang
Written by: Marcus James Tenney