Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nyck Caution
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nyck Caution
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nyck Caution
Producer
Lyrics
Sleeping in these studios
Waking up at 7 took a train to college
One semester was enough I told my mom I got a different plan I know she was worried but I kept my promise
Got them coins coming in once we checked the Sonics
Bank accounts
Emptied out
I had to thug it out
Always found a way to make it work and find another route
If they ainât credit me Iâm checking out
These tracks are just the thoughts I always stress about my only way to let em out
They compare me to jack
Compare to mac
I feel it but just spare me itâs whack
I bare my soul on these tracks
I never did it for a bag or a plaque
Just want the mirror man to smile when he stare at me back
Itâs like 3 am in bk with a spliff
Think about if this was worth all the risk
Is this as far as we get
I hope it isnât
Cause you know Iâm tryna get it
Been disguising every limit baby
I wasnât fine
But Iâm always showing up on time
Put that on mine
Been through the grind
Since my hands was to the sky
I be damned if I donât fly
I wasnât fine
But Iâm always showing up on time
Put that on mine
Been through the grind
Since my hands was to the sky
I be damned if I donât fly
I made a living off of slinging these words
So thereâs no limits on to what I deserve
If you play me then itâs not my concern
Larry David you get kicked to the curb
Need me a ring
Even if I have to travel to the middle of earth
Always been a man of my word
You donât even keep your word to ya mans
Prolly tweaking off the perks and the zans
All that flakey shit I donât understand
I built a world with some friends
And they turned to my fam
1 band
10 bands
50 bands
Always been 100
Since before I touched 100 grand
We ainât crabs in a bucket
We eat some crab from the motherland
Boats on the coast of positano with my brothers man
This shit got deep and im just thankful yâall along for the ride
Other guys turned to frauds in my eyes
Times were tough but we ainât changing the side
Not every angel has to die some of us still alive
We gotta fly
I wasnât fine
But Iâm always showing up on time
Put that on mine
Been through the grind
Since my hands was to the sky
I be damned if I donât fly
I wasnât fine
But Iâm always showing up on time
Put that on mine
Been through the grind
Since my hands was to the sky
I be damned if I donât fly
Written by: Nyck Caution