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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
Rowdy Rebel
Rowdy Rebel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Songwriter
Chad Marshall
Chad Marshall
Songwriter
Edwin Toussaint
Edwin Toussaint
Songwriter
Martin Targett
Martin Targett
Songwriter
Noah Freeland
Noah Freeland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eazy98st
Eazy98st
Producer
Txrgett
Txrgett
Producer
Noono
Noono
Producer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Non Native
Non Native
Recording Engineer

Letra

Ha-ha, yeah (Txrgett acquired) Yeah, yeah Pain, pressure, whatever, yeah (huh, let's do it, yeah) I go through a lot, but I hold it together, yeah (yeah) This brand-new gun go good with the sweater, yeah (baow) They catch me lackin', it's my fault (why?), huh, 'cause I shoulda known better (uh) Gotta move smart, I ain't makin' no errors, y'all niggas hot, y'all ain't make it no better Don't write my crib, I ain't takin' no letters, don't call my phone, you ain't bringin' no bread up Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas keep dyin', fuckin' up my mental I tried to save him 'cause he had potential, don't move hot, they put you on a menu I had to learn the shit that I done been through, I done made hits, and I ain't use a pencil If you keep dissin', I'ma have to bench you, go do a show, we shootin' out the venue (baow, baow, baow) Huh-huh, show you shootin' out the venue (ha-ha-ha) Huh, you know how it go, ready? Huh, yeah (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Yeah, nigga, I'm top of the line (uh), I'm fallin' in love, but she not really mine Another hater, hop in the line, I don't pay attention to my baby mom Look at the things I fought (uh), look at my wrist and the rings I bought (uh) Bitch got mad I ain't bring her on tour, shit went bad when things got forced I took a L, but I need that loss, got her on point and my T's got crossed I see a opp, let three shots off, I see a opp, let three shots off (baow, baow, baow) Huh, yeah, hu-huh (ah), I see a opp, let three shots off (baow, baow, baow) Yeah (yeah, baow), I see a opp, let three shots off (yeah, look, huh) Pain, pressure, whatever (yeah), yeah (yeah) I go through a lot, but I hold it together (yeah), yeah (yeah) This brand-new gun go good with the sweater (yeah), yeah (yeah) They catch me lackin', it's my fault (baow), huh (why?), 'cause I shoulda known better, huh (brrt) They said the pain come with the pressure (press'), I felt that shit when they took me up North (up North) Jumped in the game with all of my steppers (step'), took a lil' time, but I turned to a boss (a boss) I turned a bando into a loft (a loft), I turn a hoopty into a Porsche (skrrt) I used to get jiggy in Lacoste (Lacoste), now I can do Gucci down to the drawers (uh) I 'member the pain and the pressure (press'), I 'member the blood stains on that sweater (that sweater) I 'member the rainiest weather (that weather), no food in the fridge, had to put it together (together) I 'member the coldest night (I remember), no mother there to come and hold us tight (nah) We was huggin' the streets, totin' the pipes (grraow), we was duckin' the D's and one of 'em lights (grrt-baow) I'm tryna send a nigga up to Christ (I'm tryna send a nigga up to Christ) My shooters is beggin', I give 'em the price (my shooters is beggin', I give 'em the price) I get to a bag, don't need your advice (don't need your advice, nigga) Ain't gotta lie 'cause we do it better (ayy) Remember the time that, "Shh" was to slide (shh), but he couldn't handle all the pressure (grrt-baow) Pain, pressure, whatever (yeah), yeah (yeah) I go through a lot, but I hold it together (yeah), yeah (yeah) This brand-new gun go good with the sweater (yeah), yeah (yeah) They catch me lackin', it's my fault (baow), huh (why?), 'cause I shoulda known better (huh)
Writer(s): Chad Marshall, Edwin Toussaint, Fivio Foreign, Martin Targett, Noah Freeland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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