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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
Kilo Kish
Kilo Kish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Sophie Xeon
Sophie Xeon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SOPHIE
SOPHIE
Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
William Francis Delaney VI
William Francis Delaney VI
Additional Engineer
Chaz R. Sexton
Chaz R. Sexton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Way up, way up Way up, way up Same old thing Watch me do the same old thing If I wrote your ass a love song, could I make it bang? If I pull up with my guns drawn, run, I make it bang Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang Ain't a damn thing funny, but we laughin' to the bank Never blow it on chains, rather blow my fuckin' brain Decorator came from Spain, blow the budget on an accent couch What that accent 'bout? Southern California livin' Daddy in and out of prison, ain't no father to my style I'm the ODB of the OPB When I go OT, all the shows sold out And the hoes show out, tryna be a baby mama Tryna break a player pockets, that's a no no This day forward, I ain't takin' photos Then we wear our old clothes, we ain't givin' promo no mo' Just the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Chain, big chain, ain't shit changed, same old thing Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate I'm comin' for that last supper, center seat, I've been a G I traffic 'cross the interstate We cracked and launched the murder rate They know who did the killin', but they didn't see Want a verse? This the price. Want a show? This the fee We don't do no bargain shoppin', we don't show no empathy Empty out your pockets, $10,000 fee for that talkin' I gotta take this extra five No doubt in mind, we the best alive No testifyin', we silent Never told on my partners My partner and 'em got bodies I'm tryna put 'em in 'Raris They used to put us in G rides, so now I put 'em in college Put 'em on with this business then put 'em on with your mama Just the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Chain, big chain, ain't shit changed, same old thing Way up, way up Way up, way up
Writer(s): Vince Staples, Samuel Long Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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