Créditos
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Saint Isaiah Richardson
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Colin
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
Just seventeen, but I got to stay focused
**** being fake everyday and they show it
Know we taking meds, three.5 what I'm rolling
**** want me dead, I might have to take a soul then
I stayed the same, everybody around me know this
I feel like Mosey in a dream and I'm floating
Know I ain't no fiend, but I swear that I've been pourin
He hated on me everyday and I'm knowing
I've been trying to get these racks, but **** really hating
They got two faces and these snakes, are they Satan
Only talking money, talking to me, what you saying
Stay down, seven years, and I'm still waiting
I was down bad on my ass like a year ago
Brother callin out for the help, I couldn't hear him though
I be in my lane like I don't got a steering wheel
And I ain't staying with nobody who changed
Fuck a farewell
****, fuck a farewell
I do not get in that
**** talking to tuff
Turn him to a hashtag
And I used to take shit, nowadays I'm giving back
Cause I'ma make that money back, but I can't get the time back
Just seventeen, but I got to stay focused
**** being fake everyday and they show it
Know we taking meds, three.5 what I'm rolling
**** want me dead, I might have to take a soul then
I stayed the same, everybody around me know this
I feel like Mosey in a dream and I'm floating
Know I ain't no fiend, but I swear that I've been pourin
He hated on me everyday and I'm knowing
Written by: Saint Isaiah Richardson

