Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Dave East
Canto
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
David Brewster
Autoría
Abraham Orellana
Autoría
Artist Julius Dubose
Autoría
Michael Dunford
Autoría
Betty Newsinger
Autoría
John Tout
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
araabMUZIK
Producción
Chris Gehringer
Masterización
Michael Kuzoian
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
My **** was hungry, went and got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, he gotta be paid
I look at the game they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't ever gonna stop, **** turn rats
You thinkin' like, how is he raised, I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed
Not trying to go back to them ways
What go around come around, my ****, that's karma
Just trying to add another comma
She told me she fell in love with my persona, I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louie my bags, you know that Vuitton shit, pack smelling like an armpit
Who is that, why they calling? We trap and get off it
My **** that's cap I know you be froggin', count me my money I'm not tryin' to bargain
Cramps in my stomach, a **** was starving, I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking
Problems, I saw them too often
Yo bitch look good in the dark, I woulda kick them up out my apartment
We got this shit lit from the start
My cousin called me, I accept all the charges
She got a big mouth her head, it better be awesome (Better be)
**** rather you be dead, my momma said, "Boy, you better be cautious"
Phone tapped **** heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted
[Verse 2]
I don't ask shit 'cause I bought it (Bought it)
A hundred racks to my lawyer (Lawyer)
Plug sent a pack and I caught it (Caught it)
This life get wack, but I enjoy it (Uh)
First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border
If they kill me I'll go out a martyr
Fuck what you talking nobody go harder
[Verse 3]
Thank god I got out of the trenches even though my **** still in the system
The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it, man, you know I'll never ever forgive her
The tank big enough for eight bitches, rich bitches, big bitches, **** listen
Big, but ya hit different, yeah, let's go
[Verse 4]
Every car man is mine never catch me in a rental
If a **** drop a dime, my ****, he never was with you
Yeah, if you see a **** wit me you already know he official
Young **** rocking icy watches on the regular
Told you bitches I ain't regular yeah, uh
I pull up taking **** bitches that don't mean to get you offended, I swear I don't do it intentionally
I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me
Whole lotta sons in this industry, my ****, it's only one of me
Me and my **** East we from the same side so he like a cousin to me
[Verse 5]
I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter
I gotta go catch me a flight, but I'll be right back by the morning
I used to be hungry at night, these **** don't know how I want it
This shit is a hell of a life, way better than standing on corners
Six in the morning, I used to wake up at six in the morning
I walked right out of the spot, them bitches was boring
You thought them **** was gangstas
We thought them **** was corny, I'm living legit, but I'll still get you hit while a **** performing
I was outside until six in the morning
Soaking up game from OG's that did it the longest
We don't give a fuck what you smoking, this shit is the strongest
My youngin' went ham on that ****, we gave him a bonus
[Verse 6]
Cop some grass, smoke some dope, I couldn't wear a mask when I was broke (I was broke)
Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat
Ain't with the scuffling, nah, shoot his throat
You wasn't there when I was broke
****, if it's really lit, just lemme know
Just get the F&N and let it go
[Verse 7]
Arab you did it again, if she is not tryna fuck
I'ma go give her to a friend, I'm living off lessons that you can only get from the Pen
Mind racing, go and get me a pen, never mind, I ain't wrote in a minute
Glad to see her get her life together, went and got a job, she ain't smoked in a minute
I've been around the world and came back
As a matter of fact, we ain't spoke in a minute
These lost **** gotta know that he winning
Big blunt, Prada on when he shitting, God do, I don't gotta forgive him
He gotta hustle I might gotta get with him
She love a ****, she done got with the rhythm
Thank God I got out of the trenches
[Verse 8]
Thank god I got out of the trenches even though my **** still in the system
The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it, man, you know I'll never ever forgive her
The tank big enough for eight bitches, rich bitches, big bitches, **** listen
Big, but ya hit different, yeah, let's go
[Verse 9]
Cop some grass, smoke some dope, I couldn't wear a mask when I was broke
Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat
Ain't with the scuffling, nah, shoot his throat
You wasn't there when I was broke
****, if it's really lit, just lemme know
Just get the F&N and let it go
Written by: Abraham Orellana, Artist Julius Dubose, Betty Newsinger, David Brewster, John Tout, Michael Dunford