クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lailo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laishawn V Laborde
Songwriter
Tim Napper
Songwriter
Leonard Grant
Songwriter
歌詞
Yea...
Don't never let these **** try to play u out position man...
Uhh...
Don't never let them **** try to
Play you off the streets you know...
Just gotta keep hustling, you gonna persevere through it all...
Real **** can relate to that...
We get inspired... we get motivated...
Them other **** always gonna hate... fuck em!
I got this Rollie on my wrist and I wear it just to shine/
They said I couldn't do it, but I did it on my time/
Got it from the grind, started from the bottom/
How the fuck they gonna hate, real **** gone' relate/
Always knew I'd be great, in and out of states/
New Benz, paper plates... shout out to the dealers/
These new rappers is fiends, shout out to the dealers/
I'm nothing like these boys, cuz I'm realer/
I swear to God,
I'm hearing all the whispering, tell them **** speak up/
I bet you that energy aint the same when we meet up/
That's why I got my feet up/
New crib, put the heat up/
I promise you that thing still in an arms reach/
For the day a coward breach, Try to play me like I'm sweat/
Cuz I'm young, fly, witty, and handsome/
That nine gonna speak to him, them hollows creep through 'em/
Aint nobody 'round here paying no ransom/
It aint about how many times you get knocked down...
It's how many times you get back up and keep pushing...
We resilient... huh... (Brooklyn!)
A true hustler gonna find a way to eat no matter what (Haa!)
Nobody can stop what we got going on... (you **** know the vibes)
(Whoa. woo woo woo whoa!)
A nickel bag sold, I want in or don't hug the block/
Go 'head think I'm playing, fuck around get ur mother shot/
I don't trust broke ****, them **** always plotting/
Hating and scheming on a **** that got shit popping/
Run up on me, catch a head shot from the Desert Eagle/
You Got to show me your tough, cuz telling me I might not believe you/
U never met a rapper **** like me before/
Them rappers you been around is the real life CB4/
You couldn't survive in no jail cuz you not built/
I can see you telling police about **** your man killed/
Just to avoid doing 5 years, you would snitch/
You can't fight, I'm not surprised, I knew you was a bitch/
**** like you would get they whole gang locked up/
**** tuck their jewelry like I'm Deebo when I pop up/
Started from the bottom, now I'm up **** shit changed/
I'm on the top floor aint gotta sell no more cocaine/
Yea...
Whats understood don't got to be explained...
Uhh...
If it's a will, we gonna make a way...
Yup...
Can't stop the unstoppable...
GMG, NewBreed...
Uhh (Whoa!)
Written by: Laishawn V Laborde, Leonard Grant, Tim Napper