Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryant Alan Miller
Bryant Alan Miller
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fukk 12
Fukk 12
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A hundred a zip and I'm sippin' on drop
I hit for a hunnid and I bought me a drop
I pulled up on her and panties just drop
Up 32 shots and you **** gon' drop
Off with your top, give a fuck 'bout your block
High speed chasin', give a fuck 'bout the cops
When I see 12, put the dope in my sock
**** be rappin', I came up off rocks
I'm thuggin', Im thuggin', I feel like I'm 'Pac
They tried to betray me
I'm mad at myself 'cause I keep it real with all these ****
**** actin' like bitches, **** all in they feelings
These **** actin' like women
Drown in money, I'm swimmin'
These bitches actin' like pigeons
I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million
And I'm still loyal to the game
These other ****, man, they lame
I really sold cocaine, gas stank, propane
Glock forty, ****, bang, Blood, Crip, **** bang
I heard ya got ya chain took and had to go and get another damn chain
21 **** the gang, slaughter ya daughter the gang
MAK-90 got range, young savage got aim
I bought a new Rollie, its plain, you **** best stay in your lane
I pull up and fuck on your main
I'm covered in money, I'm drippin'
These **** they telling, they snitchin'
So we gon' fuck on all they bitches, I be round lot of henchmen
Movin' like I'm John Gotti, 12 gauge **** shotty
Hit 'em all in the body, I just caught another body
Lord forgive me, I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm a skreet ****
I had to get some money, I watched my mama struggle
I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle
[Verse 2]
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me, Lord (Hear me)
They keep askin' why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me, Lord (Lord)
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case
[Verse 3]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was strugglin', tryna win
I had to lose a lot of friends, **** tryna chase them M's
Cookin' up crack, it's illegal, ridin' with a Desert Eagle
I'm a felon, that's illegal, main bitch, she illegal
Hunnid pounds of Cali reefer, Call of Duty heat seeker
Pull up on ya in a Regal, window down, **** creepin'
**** rapping? I'm preachin', ****, we are not equal
In the trenches, **** beefin', I remember not sleepin'
Hit the club and get to squeezin', shoot it up for no reason
I was livin' like a demon, I was livin' like a demon
[Verse 4]
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
[Verse 5]
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me, Lord (Hear me)
They keep askin' why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me, Lord (Lord)
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new Rolie with the face
No face, no case
Written by: 21 Savage
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