Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Joshua Curney
Joshua Curney
Songwriter
Justin Rainey
Justin Rainey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dinero Gotti
Dinero Gotti
Producer
Mike Cuz
Mike Cuz
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Young **** growin' up, now I just wear plain jane
Them **** ain't built like us, them **** lame, lame (Bitch!)
Money keep calling my line, just tell 'em the same thing (Brrr)
Only break bread with my ****, huh, gang gang
Do it for the block young ****, for the block young ****, gang gang
I was just focused, I was tryna get it, I was tryna maintain
These **** bogus, they be gettin' over, they be playin' fame games
I still feel the same pain
I hop in that coupe and I can't hear the motor
I can't feel the lane change
What happened to real **** come first, explain things
I'm tryna keep consistent with the shit they tell me that the fame change
**** was with me, they be feelin' different 'bout this shit 'til change came
Find me a bitch that never really been nowhere and take her way, way
Ain't got no time for nothin' when you live life around the bank, Chase
Can't take these bitches too serious, these bitches just play, pay
Young **** made me, count up the day to day
Young **** growin' up, now I just wear plain jane
Them **** ain't built like us, them **** lame, lame (Bitch!)
Money keep calling my line, just tell 'em the same thing (Brrr)
Only break bread with my ****, huh, gang gang
Do it for the block young ****, for the block young ****, gang gang
I was just focused, I was tryna get it, I was tryna maintain
These **** bogus, they be gettin' over, they be playin' fame games
I still feel the same pain
I still feel the same thing
We can't leave no witness, I don't want to hit it
I just want some brain brain
**** keep talkin' 'bout they gettin' money, them **** is lame, lame
Before all these foreigns I wasn't important was hoppin' the train, train
Where I'm from you either slang 'caine
Play a sport or go and gang bang
I did all three, I came right out of jail, then that's when my lane changed
I got this guap, it's fallin' out my pockets
You try me and I blew the same thing
Already bust the Patek down, it's time to go pick up the plain jane
I be in hoods where you can't hang, throw up my hood, **** gang gang
Young **** growin' up, now I just wear plain jane
Them **** ain't built like us, them **** lame, lame (Bitch!)
Money keep calling my line, just tell 'em the same thing (Brrr)
Only break bread with my ****, huh, gang gang
Do it for the block young ****, for the block young ****, gang gang
I was just focused, I was tryna get it, I was tryna maintain
These **** bogus, they be gettin' over, they be playin' fame games
I still feel the same pain
Written by: Brandon Rainey, David Brewster, Joshua Curney, Justin Rainey
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