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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Berete
Lil Berete
Interpretação
Amish Patel
Amish Patel
Programação
Yaya Berete
Yaya Berete
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Amish Patel
Amish Patel
Composição
Yaya Berete
Yaya Berete
Letra
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Amish Patel
Amish Patel
Produção
Dave Turner
Dave Turner
Engenharia
Marrik Shearer
Marrik Shearer
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Grinding every day gotta get it how we live
And my hood so cold, **** drowning, I can swim
Run a milli up, yeah I count it how I live
Keep a semi tucked they don't wanna see me rich
Yeah, yeah, I can't trust a soul
I ain't ready to go, yeah they try to take my soul
But I ain't ready to go
Baby I can’t fall in love, cause I came from the hood
Yeah started off broke now I stacked a couple bands now I'm up
Now I'm living my life
[Verse 2]
Run a couple bands for my sister and my kids
Robbing for some pockets, every day was a lick
Age fifteen when I made my first flip, yeah
Age sixteen when I bought my own kicks
Age seventeen, shit got realer than a bitch
Show the struggle in my money had to hustle and get rich
I be flying on a plane **** something like a ship
You can't waste my time **** that shit get me sick
Fell in love with the grind yeah my OG's got hit
And it's still in my mind, but I'm still with my clique
Really took time just to stack up all these chips
Steady getting high, I ain't smoking no spliffs
If it goes down, is you really gon’ ride for me?
And I love all my **** cause they all gon’ ride for me
I just wanna stack my hunnids to the ceiling happily
[Verse 3]
Grinding every day, gotta get it how we live
And my hood so cold, **** drowning I can swim
Run a milli up, yeah, I count it how I live
Keep a semi tucked, they don't wanna see me rich
Yeah, yeah, I can't trust a soul
I ain't ready to go, yeah they try to take my soul
But I ain't ready to go
Baby I can’t fall in love, 'cause I came from the hood
Yeah started off broke now I stacked a couple bands now I'm up
Now I'm living my life
[Verse 4]
Try to run up, we gon' knock you down, fell in love
With the money with my **** splitting counts
I can't love no biddie 'cause you know I’m on a route
If you give me two, three minutes, bet my **** take you out
And I just keep on smoking 'cause I'm in love with the loud
Came a long way from the trap was sleeping on the couch
Yeah, I don't talk to rats cause they ratting **** out
Yeah, stepped up on my block, had to run a **** out
I keep balling in the north, but I came up from the south
And I had to change my route, and it finally made me proud
[Verse 5]
****, how you gon' ride if you ain't got gas?
If the time don’t fly, I'ma still go fast
OG's told me it's my time so I had to get that
Promethazine in my cup, made a **** lean back
Fake love in my face, ****, I don't need that
Tryna make me catch a slug, told my ****, "Beat that"
They tryna put me in the cuffs so I had to beat that
And now they tryna show me love **** I don't preach that
[Verse 6]
Grinding every day gotta get it how we live
And my hood so cold **** drowning I can swim
Run a milli up yeah I count it how I live
Keep a semi tucked they don't wanna see me rich
Yeah, yeah, I can't trust a soul
I ain't ready to go, yeah they try to take my soul
But I ain't ready to go
Baby I can’t fall in love, cause I came from the hood
Yeah started off broke now I stacked a couple bands now I'm up
Now I'm living my life
[Verse 7]
I living my life, yeah
I living my life, yeah
Living my life, yeah
I living my life, yeah
Living my life, yeah
I living my life, yeah
Living my life, yeah
I living my life, yeah
Written by: Amish Patel, Yaya Berete
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