Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dylan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Gilmer
Lyrics
Michael Boyd
Lyrics
Marcus King
Lyrics
Dezmond Clifton
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus King
Producer
Lyrics
Show em how it really feel
Young Dyl-O
Ayye ayee
I gotta give em
The real
Show em how I really feel
They told me take a break but
I'm trying touch me a mil (or two or 3)
This wasn't luck it was fate now
I'm living up in the hills (up in the hills)
Burning through money
I get so hot my jeweler be giving me chills
Ice ice baby, I be shining everyday
In the night time baby, you gon see me anyway
If the price right baby, you can book your boy today
I'm a nap town baby, couldn't see no other way
Please believe
My ice so cold it freeze my sleeve
Please believe
I'm bout drop and feed the streets
I'm giving em something they ain't know they need
We not the same
I'm hall of fame, you know this game here belong to me
Get out my lane you ain't up to speed
(Let me get you up to speed)
Tim woods, JD and TP
YD, in good company
Still on TV
Season 3
Haters be mad that
I'm still on they screen (I ain't goin nowhere)
It's like I'm frozen there
My neighbors got lambos and rovers here
I called and told the mayor
Just gimmie key, I'm like Hova here
I gotta show em the real
You gotta you gotta know how it feels
I gotta I gotta uh
I gotta get me some help when
I'm counting these bills
I gotta give em
The real
Show em how I really feel
They told me take a break but
I'm trying touch me a mil (or two or 3)
This wasn't luck it was fate now
I'm living up in the hills
Burning through money
I get so hot my jeweler be giving me chills
Ice ice baby, I be shining everyday
In the nighttime baby, you gon see me anyway
If the price right baby, you can book your boy today
I'm a nap town baby, couldn't see no other way
Writer(s): Dylan Lee Gilmer, Dezmond Cole Clifton, Marcus King, Michael Boyd
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