Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lil Poppa
Canto
Mozzy
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Kacy Khaliel
Autoría
Askia Fountain
Autoría
Marcus Vester
Autoría
Janarious Wheeler
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Kacy Khaliel
Producción
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
I just put three-five in the backwood, this shit smoke
I ain't gon' lie, it got a **** choke
I'm on all these drugs, got me movin' in slow motion
Don't think a **** slippin', bitch, you trippin', I be focused
I came from the block, it was a lot of pistol totin'
I came from the house, you hit the lights, you see the roaches
Whole hood told me I was gon' be that golden, chosen
I came from the bottom, bitch, stop actin' like you know me
You talkin' like you 'bout it, pussy **** gotta show me
Shawty creepin' like a mamba but he shootin' like he Kobe
Doug say he just booked a show, I told him put it on the Rollie
Quaylo just say he straight, told my **** that's for surely
[Verse 2]
I'm livin' lavish, baby, I never had it, baby
Turned to an addict, baby, now I'm a savage
Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby
Used to be tragic, we was shootin' in traffic
'Member when the sun ain't shine over here?
I swear now, I don't see the rain no more
I don't see the rain no more
I don't feel the same pain no more
[Verse 3]
Yeah, heartbroken, all the killers I lost
We giggle 'bout 'em when them **** get off
Look how my driller got off
Tear up the mall, we don't care what it cost
Bitch, I used to get my drip out of Ross, it was embarrassing
Granny used to take us to school, that's how they caravan
Hated bein' broke, I'm sellin' boxes of Airheads
That's first grade, fourth and fifth grade, seen it kick in
That's when shit changed, by the sixth grade
Dope game, stuck on cocaine
Pigs know me by my whole name, this is folk's game
Mama know I gotta run away to serve 'em dope chains
Y'all don't know no pain 'till your brother and them get smoked, man
And I got whatever, bring my lil' **** home, man
You know how we operate, obligated he gon' gang
You know how we operate, obligated from close range
Rappin' ass **** ain't active, they goin' both ways
Wide-bodied bulletproof truck takin' up both lanes
[Verse 4]
I'm living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby
Turned to an addict, baby, now I'm a savage
Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby
Used to be tragic, we was shootin' in traffic
'Member when the sun ain't shine over here?
I swear now, I don't see the rain no more
I don't see the rain no more
I don't feel the same pain no more
Written by: Askia Fountain, Janarious Wheeler, Kacey Khaliel, Marcus Vester, Zairyus Jackson