Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composer
Byron Forest II
Byron Forest II
Composer
Alessandro Alessandroni
Alessandro Alessandroni
Composer
Rashia Fisher
Rashia Fisher
Composer
Leroy Jones
Leroy Jones
Composer
William Lewis
William Lewis
Composer
Roger McNair
Roger McNair
Composer
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Composer
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Metaphor
Black Metaphor
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Can I get a Rozay (Rozay)
Can I get a Rozay (Rozay)
Let me get a huh (Huh)
Let me get a huh (Huh)
Huh
[Verse 2]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind trying to elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 3]
(Maybach Music)
[Verse 4]
Shooters in the crowd, 50 carats, they givin' dap
My livestyle get busy, you **** really rap
Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap
Fuck 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat
No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruisin'
Caught a deal, hop a plane with Hov and I kept it movin'
Mob ties, Santeria, protect me from these shooters
Nice suits, so religious, these motherfuckers ruthless
Blonde broads, Cuban cigars, shit I kick the truth
Lucky suit, VIP, Double M, T.I. truth
Cap guns, stab wounds, they think we having fun
Doing shows, fucking hoes, Gunplay's still on the run
[Verse 5]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind trying to elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 6]
Some **** choke, some **** don't
That, da-that, da-that, that, the last ganstas
[Verse 7]
Pissing in portable potties out at the public school
Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, what's your gang, my people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes
All I do is feed **** and they call it food
That's my fool, I assume you know he in the room
You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon
Fatal wound, if war **** yell "I played the rules"
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
Still fill the room, King of Diamonds, go get the broom
Dreamchasers you fuck with Meek, you gotta fuck with Coon
Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb
[Verse 8]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 9]
I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ask bitches, my last bitch was far from average
Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless
Ex-ex relax your under my mattress
40 blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers
8 mile, a while my shit was stagnant
Seven fifties do '8' figures, young **** at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic
I bring the best out your bitch, she livin' lavish
Mink drapes, Prince cape and on my talon
The parallel, twist one for Khaled
[Verse 10]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
I, I, I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
The la, the la, the last gangstas
I do this, I do this for us
I do this for, for us
(Maybach music)
Written by: Alessandro Alessandroni, Byron Forest II, Leroy Jones, Rashia Fisher, Ricardo Thomas, Roger McNair, Trevor Smith, William Lewis, William Roberts
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