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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
Cozz
Cozz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cozz
Cozz
Composer
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Piero Piccioni
Piero Piccioni
Songwriter
Cody Osagie
Cody Osagie
Songwriter
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Producer
Cedric Brown
Cedric Brown
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Kaleb Rollins
Kaleb Rollins
Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Assistant Engineer

Letra

Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it You're only as low as you think, fuck it You're never as low as you think Na, na, man you're never as low as you think A moment of silence with words that he heard on the phone Strapped up just like a Platoon, won't find no Oliver Stone He had four brothers when he was 16 and my nigga now all of them gone I break a pound of that loud, I smoke it all on my own Look, I'm at work like fuck it man I might flip and tell my manager to suck it man Whats two hundred dollars a week I got a bunch of fam Got aunties, got my brother, my sister, my father, my mother Plus I got Uncle Sam And this mop ain't the only thing right in this bucket man But back to mopping like fuck it man Know I got a lot things coming man I know a lot of niggas doubt but they don't understand that Ain't no limits to what God can prove They told me this life wasn't logical and I showed my niggas it was possible Like fuck an obstacle 'cause this wasn't even in the plan And now I notice what I got to do And I'm not just going to shine I'ma blind you too Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it You're only as low as you think, fuck it Your never as low as you think Na, na, man your never as low as you think Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it You're only as low as you think, fuck it You're never as low as you think Na, na, man your never as low as you think Shit, 'cause I ain't rich enough I mean my father got a whip but ain't sick enough My mother need treatment like she ain't been sick enough My cousin need treatment like she ain't been sick enough Might die I mean before I die give me everything required to die knowing I did enough And my niggas well, they can never drink enough Let me get a couple bottles let 'em liquored up Young kings in the city so we feast like the royals, sleepless The city the only teacher, the snakes in the retreat don't retreat thats a coil Straight from police they will seek and destroy you Nigga no pirates, homie I got lockships I go lockness on these fuck niggas, can't fuck with us They all boxed in, might circle round and dumb shots in See Cole, he might pop in and go beast mode The new East Coasts, them Queens niggas to them Ville niggas gone speak for it Niggas know it, I feel at home in like every city rock big body like 750 My bitch body like heaven pick me I'm winning nigga, I'm winning nigga, I'm Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it You're only as low as you think, fuck it Your never as low as you think Na, na, man your never as low as you think Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it You're only as low as you think, fuck it Your never as low as you think Na, na, man your never as low as you think A moment of silence with words that he heard on the phone Strapped up just like a Platoon, won't find no Oliver Stone (Stone) He had four brothers when he was 16 and my nigga now all of them gone (gone) I break a pound of that loud, I smoke it all on my own Never mix soil in blood, but I still call them my own I call them my own, I know that's my own Never mix soil in blood, but I still call them my own I call them my own, I know that's my own
Writer(s): Gian Piero Piccioni, Jermaine L. Cole, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, Cedric Brown, Cody Rashad Osagie, Abbas Hamad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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