クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rimzee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rimzee
Composer
Ricardo Miles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slay Products
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
(Slay Products)
Uh, uh
My bruddah
Yo, yo
Lemme talk to dem
Yo
[Verse 2]
Poor days, it was me and O Wayne
Till I got my hands on a dinner like sorbet
Couldn't write
[Verse 3]
Yo
[Verse 4]
Poor days, it was me and O Wayne (Facts)
Till I got my hands on a dinner like sorbet
Couldn't write a 16, I turned my bit into a T (Trap house)
If that grub came from D Wing then they got it off of me (They did)
I put batteries in the back, I made **** slide
She got Michael Kors then she definitely ain't mine (Never)
As a young boy I looked up to the dealers (Trap boys)
Still got buj residue up in Bettina's (I do)
I never came up flyin', all them years I was grindin' (Trappin')
Been through more white girls than Love Island (Yola)
Buss it like a jeweller, Bob Lee Swagger, I'm the shooter
**** be dreamin', I'm a doer (I am)
Ahh, still got the llama, still waitin' on the karma
Most of my **** ain't ever met their fathers (Never)
Stood up on that corner, can't step without my borer (I can't)
I just wanna make it home to my daughter (I do)
Up and down them stairs, it took time, it took years (Ages)
White in that bowl, three bears (Whip)
Never started out rich, but I always had the minerals (I did)
Had a stick way before I had a provisional
Pull up in that Roller, courtesy of the yola
You know how much time I lost that re and started over
Get rich or die tryin', 50 Cent, crack in a nitty's den
Got up and tried to bring all my **** in (I did)
Grub came from North like Deep Green
Spinnin' like a CD
With so much dirty, I need a deep clean
Never had a plan, I was prayin' for a grand (A thousand)
Wrappin' dinners like Eminem in Stan
Way before the drought came
I was in O, floodin' towns, mate
Put on more **** than Southgate
Couldn't be a pop star (I couldn't)
I was in the can like a Foster
Me and Marks made more drinks than Costa (Facts)
Dirty and yola
Came from so far (I did)
But it was written for me, Roald Dahl
Most of my twenties in the pen'
Half a mash to an F
Still I feel like Dappy, no regrets
[Verse 5]
Come on, my bruddah
You already know what it is
Really into the role of sensei, you feel me
Written by: Rimzee