Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Dickey
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Dickey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZG The Goat
Producer
Lyrics
C.G.B.O., go, boy!
I mix nation for real!
Eh, purple runs inside a Russian cream we just inhaled
Tryna keep it down, I'm smokin' loud, my I.T. hate the smell (uh)
Wish I could try forever, Frank De Niro past the scale (tryna)
Never wanted to be a rapper, all I wanted to catch was sales (gang)
Man, I'm spittin' coke lines
Packs from Vegas caught him stuntin' with him, we hit him four times (four)
He bitchin' me because his partner died and then some more died
They gave him life, he steady poppin' rhymes, they gave him more time (try)
I know he tired of countin' time (yeah)
I finally dropped the tape, got out the way, they screamin' 'bout time
Tell the truth, we shootin' just like free throws (truth)
He know the alphabet, he got locked, don't forgot the G code
You're the best inside your hood but they'll still trade you like your D-Rose (eh)
Grabbin' bags and countin' cash, we grew up on Starlito (try)
Grabbin' bags and totin' flags, we bang the set like Vino (uh)
Stolen cars, we changed the van, Draco ain't got no new friends
Peepin' by the dollar, I know men and men like 50 (try)
My life's a game, we goin' to 10
A leader, so these **** follow
No, I cannot say what I know
All these gloves, they full of hollow (hollow)
Tryin' to play that gangster shit at 40
Man, these **** 5-0, change his life, go read the Bible
This my shit, don't need a title
Different lanes, we not the same
**** know that's my car, but I got it in my sister's name (try)
All I want is money, we got diamonds, ****, fuckin' chain
When nobody drop inside my hood, bitch, we the ones to blame
(L.A. Gang, try this!)
Man, I'm spittin' coatlines
Packs from Vegas caught him stuntin' with him, we hit him four times (four)
He bitchin' me because his partner died and then some more died
They gave him life, he steady poppin' rhymes, they gave him more time (try)
I know he tired of count time (yeah)
I finally dropped the tape, got out of the way they screamin' bout time (try)
Tell the truth, we shootin' just like free throws (truth)
He know the alphabet, he got locked up, forgot the G code
You're the best inside your hood but they'll still trade you like you D-Rose (yeah)
Eh, purple runs inside a Russian cream, we just inhaled (hell)
Wish I could try forever, Frank De Niro, pass the scale
Eh, purple runs inside a Russian cream we just inhaled
Tryna keep it down, I'm smokin' loud, my I.T. hate the smell
Wish I could try forever, Frank De Niro, pass the scale
Never wanted to be a rapper, all I wanted to catch was sales
Written by: Evgeny Gultyaev, Travis Dickey

