Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brennan Jones
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brennan Jones
Composer
Nahum Tefera
Composer
Elias K Arman
Composer
Hezron Gigar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brennan Jones
Mixing Engineer
Arkman
Producer
Cargo
Producer
EQ
Mastering Engineer
Nahüm
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Can't believe I made it this far
Huh, I got some brothers who wan' see tomorrow, they locked up on charges
I'm tryna smoke with, like, fifty blunts, huh, you know I stay sparkin'
Tell that boy Eli, "Send me the drop, I got a new target"
I got too many sticks, I'll crash out the market
Y'all ain't believe in the kid, what's up with that shit?
When I was a jit, I ain't gettin' no presents, they gave me a blick
Yeah, I can't believe I made it this far
We gon' cut that boy hair like a barber, I'm the shit like a toddler
I never paid attention to my teachers 'cause I knew I was smarter
You ain't believe in the kid, now you whine on my dick
I hopped on the mic, yeah, I took that risk and now I make hits
Bitch, my closet is stuffed up with drip, every day, a new fit
I'm tryna fuck on a brand new groupie, let's go shoot a movie
I feel like Sterling Ruby, I paint the whole face after I grab on her booty
Thick lil' ratchet bitch, she shakin' her ass so smoothly
Bitch, I'm booted, I can't leave without my toolie
I gotta stay ruthless, I know all these people tryna use me
I made a few songs, now all these bitches tryna do me
Can't believe I made it this far
Huh, I got some brothers who wan' see tomorrow, they locked up on charges
I'm tryna smoke with, like, fifty blunts, huh, you know I stay sparkin'
Tell that boy Eli, "Send me the drop, I got a new target"
I got too many sticks, I'll crash out the market
Written by: Brennan Jones, Elias K Arman, Hezron Gigar, Nahum Tefera

