クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Shawty Lo
Shawty Lo
Vocals

歌詞

[Verse 1]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a **** sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feels to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my **** dead, God bless his soul, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ever since my grand daddy died, I ain't been da same ****
And sickle cell all inside my lil' sister
I'm fucked up inside, put more lean inside my system
Every day I tell God I wish Snoop was still living
I ain't forget about ya ****, free band gang winning
I do shit for Lonzo, a junkee stabbed my ****
That could of been me serving, you don't know the half, my ****
The weight I'm dealing with, I just might start killing shit
I hit the studio vibing, spitting the realest shit
I should've seen a psychiatrist, I was built for this
On the road of riches ain't about a bitch
No DVS's, no wink & kiss, paid dues are overdue
This shit ain't 'bout my neck or wrist, real shit
[Verse 3]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a **** sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feels to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my **** dead, God bless his soul, yeah
[Verse 4]
It ain't all about the glitter and the gleam, it ain't what it seem, yeah
But I'm grinding like a blender, I'ma whip it till I get that cream, yeah
I keep it G, who keep it G with me?
I fuck with who gon' fuck with me, yeah
It ain't all about these bitches, death to you snitches
I'll die by these riches, yeah
I'm on that counter shit with CeeLo
Rest in peace to Prime and free my **** Otto
You **** wanna be low, but you could never be low
'Cause you could never see low, yeah
[Verse 5]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a **** sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feels to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my **** dead, God bless his soul, yeah
[Verse 6]
Thousand dollar shots on my face, I'm coolin' it
I rock the gold, keeping it basic, it ain't 'bout the gliss
I want the type of check I can make my **** rich
A lot of people talk that loyalty don't know what it is
Have you ever been so broke you don't even wanna live?
So fucked up to the point that funerals can share the tears
Gotta grind so fucking hard, that shit bring you to tears
Forgot to call mom on her birthday, God bless the kid
Phone barely ringing, now it's ringing till it's dead
I'm 'bout to to run them M's up, motherfuck the Feds
Got my money in a wall, ain't fucking up my bread
I had a talk with the Most High and this is what He said
[Verse 7]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a **** sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feels to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my **** dead, God bless his soul, yeah
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