Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Nicholas M. Warwar
Songwriter
Tarik Azzouz
Songwriter
Ed Townsend
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Tarik Azzouz
Producer
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Testi
[Verse 1]
Look, poverty, yeah, we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard, now we sleep in luxury
Chandelier like 250, grip here long as you with me
Don't nothing else really mean shit, 'cause weren't here when I ain't had shit
[Verse 2]
Ecstasy's on the Rolls-Royces
Stable in my garage, that's a lotta horses
Closet look like Foot Locker, that's a lotta Forces
And Diors look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talking to myself, it's like I'm hearing voices
Stay street or go corporate, them really the choices
I'm sorry, I'm gangsta, never paid for enforcement
When it's time to slide, I'm the one that endorse it
[Verse 3]
I know that I'm bigger
More money, more problems
In my city, who richer?
Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average, but my mind still savage
Need to shake my habits
[Verse 4]
Blue skies, black tint
Karelia floors, electric fence
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's **** with money versus professional whores
[Verse 5]
Palm trees, no palm angels
Momma prayin' for me, keep me outta danger
Momma pray for me, help me with this anger
What happened to my ****? I'm seeing them as strangers
[Verse 6]
Got it half field
Not only did you make it out, you took some **** with you
That say a lot about you
Why would **** doubt you? What would **** be without you?
How many times I prove you wrong?
I done put on for my city, ****, I put my city on
The street planted these seeds
And days is like we printin' money and money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel, sometimes I can't believe
Let's suffocate these pussies, not let these **** breathe
[Verse 7]
But what if this a dream?
I wake back up, I'm right back in the hood, fuck you mean?
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street **** life not for her, but that won't be a light scare
That'll be the nightmare
[Verse 8]
Blue skies, black tint
Karelia floors, electric fence
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's **** with money versus professional whores
[Verse 9]
Palm trees, no palm angels
Palm trees and a lotta angels
Written by: Ed Townsend, Mario Mims, Nicholas M. Warwar, Tarik Azzouz
