Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Performer
Kent Jamz
Performer
Bas
Performer
Guapdad 4000
Performer
JID
Performer
Ari Lennox
Background Vocals
BJ the Chicago Kid
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims III
Composer
Stephen Bruner
Composer
Steven Ellison
Composer
Khallid Muhammad
Composer
Abbas Hamad
Composer
Akeem Hayes
Composer
Destin Route
Composer
Courtney Salter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thundercat
Producer
Flying Lotus
Producer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He was in the club with Gavin
That was just last weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real **** always link up in the end
[Verse 2]
Now I'm in the studio trackin'
Yeah, I'm just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real **** always link up in the end
Real **** always link up in the end
Real **** always link up in the end
[Verse 3]
Ay, we can do whatever, ****
Whatever's clever, ****
Know we way ahead of ****
They always rappin' like they tryin' to be better than you
But it's evident they'll never be the president
I'm tellin' you I deserve a medal, ****
Just for coppin' condoms at 7-Eleven
Guess I'm better than that
And I'm tellin' you that these bitches
These bitches, these bitches, these bitches, man
[Verse 4]
These bitches givin' it up
[Verse 5]
Let's keep it a buck
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin' it
My **** not givin' a fuck
Let's keep it a buck
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin' it, keepin' it
[Verse 6]
Amazon Prime for the fast track, yeah
**** in the hood tryna grab that, yeah
Followed the track before you had that, yeah
Don't need their confirmation to tell 'em I'ma smash that
You could get stuck out in traffic
Even when your in your own lane
Getting money like Bruce
So I guess I'm a slave to my own way
Hoes dance to the soul of they own train
Wanna blow me down like Coltrane
Throw a match with the King of the Hill like propane
Baby got nerve on her like Cobain
Even when I spill game
Bet you that I won't stain her
[Verse 7]
He was in the club with Gavin
That was just last weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real **** always link up in the end
[Verse 8]
Now I'm in the studio trackin'
Yeah, I'm just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real **** always link up in the end
Real **** always link up in the end
Real **** always link up in the end
[Verse 9]
This feels like nothing but everything at the same time
Same trouble in the Grapevine, napalm bomb
Make time, make love, you may say
I'm a little bit outta my mind
I don't mind, I don't be racin' for time I'm alive, I lived a lot
A liquid droplet give seed it's dish to blot
Since a infant my intense senses witness vivid
Shit I shouldn't be dealin' with, but it's killin' me
My third trip, where my children live for the trilogy
Trekkin' that path, you be trippin'
I finna go trap with the I-10, 510
Even Benjamin Banneker be fuckin' up the math, I...
Alright, that's all I wrote
[Verse 10]
He was in the club with Gavin
That was just last weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real **** always link up in the end
[Verse 11]
Now I'm in the studio trackin'
Yeah, I'm just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real **** always link up in the end
Real **** always link up in the end
Real **** always link up in the end
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Akeem Hayes, Courtney Salter, Destin Route, Kent Jamz, Khallid Muhammad, Shaughnessy simms, Simmie Sims III, Stephen Bruner, Steven Ellison
