Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Byron Forest II
Songwriter
HASTINGS, JULIAN FREDERICK GORDON
Songwriter
Maurice Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Metaphor
Producer
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Rolandus Valdis Bailey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Taylor
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I hope my words, they inspire ya, spoke like a true leader
The first to admit life's more than two-seaters
Man oh man, how my priorities fucked up
Remember nights of passin' out in the 'Rari, too fucked up
[Verse 2]
My **** say spend it 'cause you can't take it with ya
Same time poppin' Crystal, posin' for pictures
Ol' smart ass ****, half and half wrong
Only problem is he's still here and the money gone
[Verse 3]
Oh me oh my, give me a natural high
When I think about the nights we threw them Rollies in the sky
When I was so motherfuckin' clean on 'em, need a tie
And every hater in he club was just washin' we would die
[Verse 4]
A hustler's life is filled with decisions he gotta make
Remember when I got the news, I was ready to cry late
Swear my levy was 'bout to break, lost religion and all my faith
I swear I see the same shit happen to Shake
[Verse 5]
Can you imagine that look I had on my face?
Saw my **** layin' still in a box, what a waste
Got me feelin' sick, feelin' like I'm 'bout to vomit
Guess a loss ain't shit if you don't learn nothing from it
[Verse 6]
Got me pacin' 'round the room, yeah I'm NASCAR, ****
I see my **** sittin' there to drive a fast car, ****
I'm like why you ridin' that? Them boys is mysteries, ****
Live real or die tryin', it's still a victory, ****
Written by: Brian Keith Forest, Byron Forest II, FOREST BYRON, Jay Jenkins, Julian Frederick Gordon Hastings, Maurice Jordan

