Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ouchini
Performer
Day1
Performer
DEVAURA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bailey Rawiri
Composer
Liam Stuart Callan
Composer
Omuekpen Deborah Lyeoser Edeko
Composer
Jahmeela Dalton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liam Stuart Callan
Producer
Le Ouch
Producer
Lyrics
You know how it be for the family
We gon' hustle harder
This our town (ye ye ye)
You don't wanna
Be at the end of the barrel
Watch your life flash quick
Then it's lights out
(Ouchini on my body)
I take it as I please
Cause this a robbery
Give me everything
I see I want I right now
(You know the fuckin' vibes)
I be making paper
Not the Paper
Making me trap PM to the AM
I'm a night owl
Another phony
Make me get my back up
On some city girl
Shit make me act up
Chase a bag like
I'm still running track uh
Keep it a hunnid
You still in the trappa
Young major threat
I keep a foot on their necks
I turn a bitch
To a pet get 'em upset
Prosper in spite
Of the ones who thought less
It's BIG B but now
I'm seeing little me's
Creeping on the kid should
Keep me as their centrepiece
Chin wagging I can't hear
It it's from underneath
In their head rent free
I ain't sign a lease
I'm a bad man
Tryna see the
Light in the the dark
Batman coming like NANANA
Hear the sirens in the back
This ain't a walk in a park
Stalking my car they want me behind bars
Me don't need stress like a game of chess
I get the checks mate always 2 steps a ahead
I count a hunnid K
Make another while I slept shooters
On deck shooters on go
The block is too
Hot do you hear siren
Hit the motherload
Like I did the cheat code
The money don't stop
It's never quiet
Run a 100ms
Turn to Usain Bolt
You know how it be for the family
We gon' hustle harder
This our town (ye ye ye)
You don't wanna
Be at the end of the barrel
Watch your life flash quick
Then it's lights out
(Ouchini on my body)
I take it as I please
Cause this a robbery
Give me everything
I see I want I right now
(You Know the fuckin' vibes)
I be making paper
Not the Paper making
Me trap PM to the AM
I'm a night owl
Woh dem dead
4 man done up
Less than impressed
Bass line drummer
All up inna my head
5 mile run up you swerve
And you got left
Wait woh
My chest
This blood thicker
Than water and kinship
Vindicate the crime
Of loving the business
This my time
Ain't talking bout menses
Took my seed
And planted the interest
Immaculate test
Heavenly bandit
Ill Black bitch
No man could contest
How you go war
With a God and get bent?
Back up the hood man
Back up the good man
Back up the Black man
Back up the youth
Back up the hood man
Back up the good man
Back up the Black man
Back up the youth
(Fly **** got the drip
From Ouchini)
Written by: Bailey Rawiri, Jahmeela Dalton, Liam Stuart Callan, Omuekpen Deborah Lyeoser Edeko
