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Conor Brisard
Conor Brisard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Conor Brisard
Conor Brisard
Recording Engineer
Roman RSK
Roman RSK
Producer
Scotty Splash
Scotty Splash
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ay Ay Back on my shit Ay Back on my shit, ay I'm back on my shit, ay I'm back on my shit, ay I'm back on my shit, ay You better keep that same energy I just been sippin' on Hennessy I ain't got time for no enemies I'm tryna work on my legacy Tryna make a mill from this shit Nah, tryna make a bill from this shit Nah, tryna buy my mom a crib from this shit That's why you see me grind with the shit They pray that I fail, but I'm gon make it Prove em wrong Homie, thanks for waiting Time to shine, and I'm educated Don't offer me nothing unless the payment Over a bill, cause I got my baby You can see me man, I got my lady You can see me man, I'm going brazy You can see me man, I'm going brazy Bitches call me papi chulo Everyday I got a new hoe TMZ, take a photo Why you asking for some promo Sippin sake with my people I got a flight in the morning Straight to Cali where it's legal Smokin' Gelato and Diesel Never believed that I'd do this Nah, cause too many people They gonna doubt you Never tell them all your dreams Nah, cause they won't believe you Maybe I'm wrong Cause I'm living proof That you could do all all of the shit that you dreamed to I didn't mean to Lead you right into the wrong I'm just saying you could be you Keep doing your thing Put in the work Yeah, mothafuckas gonna see you Came a long from the block Waiting for chops Chip off the shoulder No chips for my Pops He left us with nothing So when the cheque pop Treat my Mom like a queen While he dead and he rots Do this all for the next generation My goddaughter older, it's scary to say it I remember when she was a baby Now the fucking world is getting so crazy So dawg, can you mothafuckin' blame me For being so paranoid My mom, had a fucking pair of boys Instead of paradise, she got some noise Imma pay her back Til then I'm stressing Praying to God I get some attention Lately I'm feeling like no one gon' mention My name til I'm dead and they wantin' my pension You better keep that same energy I just been sippin' on Hennessy I ain't got time for no enemies I'm tryna work on my legacy Tryna make a mill from this shit Nah, tryna make a bill from this shit Nah, tryna buy my mom a crib from this shit That's why you see me grind with the shit They pray that I fail, but I'm gon make it Prove em wrong Homie, thanks for waiting Time to shine, and I'm educated Don't offer me nothing unless the payment Over a bill, cause I got my baby You can see me man, I got my lady You can see me man, I'm going brazy You can see me man, I'm going brazy
Writer(s): Conor Brisard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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