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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Atlantic Starr
Atlantic Starr
Sampled Artist
Dougie on the Beat
Dougie on the Beat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Whitehead
Douglas Whitehead
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Harold T. Johnson
Harold T. Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dougie on the Beat
Dougie on the Beat
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Yeah I told Chase wasn't no niggas Rappin' this good on the 25 and I meant it It's G Herbo My life they say, life is what you make it, man When I get to flickin' that Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble (Dougie on the beat) uh I set bar high as fuck where I'm from Considering niggas quick to run out of luck where I'm from I had to duck bullets, tote guns A opp head, the opps on me, I couldn't buss run Took some real big losses, had a tough run We just dancin' with the devil, we like, "Fuck run" Shit got real wild .40 Glock, alarm clock shouts real loud Father the streets, nevеr birthed a real child Lil Wayne is rеal hot on my block When you get to top pop, the cops watch So used to drillin', kill and niggas stealin' non-stop You can't name a street that's terrifyin' here and not rocks, motherfucker Where I come from it ain't nothin' but bloodsucker Sure this ain't no love for us, real hustler, he can't trust his blood brother Knew he had to beat the odds for him to win since a little child Live in sin but he still smile Got nobody when he feel down Sell coke but he keep the fam good, momma still proud Uh, niggas stress but be real chill Roll weed when he feel pills God-fearing but he'll still kill Probably put a center in his wheel Niggas spin and miss Thanksgiving, Christmas and that's real spill Everybody gotta start as beginners Where I'm from, you love the first nigga take you on a real drill Nigga got rich, no jail time Never bought a watch tryna tell time Used to grab hammers when it's nail time How the fuck I get rich, no jail time? Nigga got rich, no jail time Nigga got rich, no jail time I'm recordin' how I feel, ain't got a middle man Life crazy but I feel fine Nothin' special about me, I made mistakes like a motherfucker Student of the game, I gotta play this shit the same as you Execution, had an opportunity the same as you Lane was like a wide receiver drill, I just made it through Nine of ten times, you want change, gotta change your crew 'Less you got a crew where niggas doin' shit the same as you 'Posed to ride or die, homicide for your guys Code of silence, go to trial, got a crew where niggas namin' you I'ma wear that shit right on my back 'cause that's what gangsters do You got soldiers with you? Real soldiers with me bangin' too We could do this like a range to 'Cause I know you got the flame and I got the flame too And you probably got some aim, I know I got some aim too You can't wait to let out anger, I've been through some pain too We can find peace or make it rain, bullets 'til you need a rain suit Stomach like a scientist, that means I seen some brains too (ugh) Nigga got rich, no jail time Never bought a watch tryna tell time Used to grab hammers when it's nail time How the fuck I get rich, no jail time? Nigga got rich, no jail time Nigga got rich, no jail time I'm recordin' how I feel, ain't got a middle man Life crazy but I feel fine
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Douglas Whitehead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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