크레딧

실연 아티스트
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
보컬
Jeezy
Jeezy
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
작사가 겸 작곡가
Demetrius Stewart
Demetrius Stewart
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Shawty Redd
Shawty Redd
프로듀서
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
녹음 엔지니어
Wesley Copeland
Wesley Copeland
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
믹싱 엔지니어
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
몰입형 믹싱 엔지니어
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
[Verse 2]
Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street (****)
Every time you see me out, I'm a real street (****)
I hope you got yours, I keep mine
In the club, blowing (****), throwing gang signs
And you already know, dawg
745s, back to back, me and O Dog
These other (****) is jokers
What they re-in' up with, I spent it all at Strokers
In one night, eight (****), ten bottles of Cris'
Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist
Keep bread, so we carry them toasters
But keep back though, my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I know when I'm the topic of your conversation
The jack boys say they gon' rob
But on the real, (****), y'all don't want these problems
[Verse 3]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
[Verse 4]
Black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap
(****) eleven make me walk with a crazy dap
Y'all say we country (****), yee-haw
The money coming back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, (****) of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care 'bout (****)
It's ludicrous how they ride, I-20 with them (****)
I spit it for y'all
On the real, my (****), I spit it for y'all
Hey, who gives a (****) about friends?
If you mix the baking soda with it, you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's
And it's not about the flip, man
Want the real bread, dawg, it's all about your whip game
[Verse 5]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
[Verse 6]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
Written by: D. Stewart, Jay Jenkins
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