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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Southside
Southside
Programming
Jake One
Jake One
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Drew Drucker
Drew Drucker
Engineer
Jamie Peters
Jamie Peters
Engineer
Tyler Unland
Tyler Unland
Engineer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I put my heart in my lyrics I gave it all I could give I made it hot at the crib I kept that fire at the crib Where you gon' go when you dip? How I'ma know who for real? I pour a four in a fifth You already know what it is I keep a pole in the whip 'Cause a lot of these niggas out here envy me It ain't no ho in the clique None of my dawgs got fuckboy tendencies I don't even show no sympathy Sipping on Hennessy, it got me bending sideways Everything on me dripping, you niggas can't ride the wave Nigga run around with the juice, nigga come spill your drank I done earn my stripes now I'm tryna go get me some real rank Reading through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious And it's like every song I'm on, I be calling my spirits I put my Hublot on rocks I put Moscato on rocks Where I'm from we don't say opp Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop Shoot at the police, shoot at your top I made a million off socks Free all my niggas who stuck in a box Locked up and watching the clock Locked up, they fighting with locks Locked up, they swinging they knifes I can't be living this life No more Bacardi, alright I don't want Cardi so I'ma pour Henny on ice My vision is vivid, told you I'm really a menace I'll show you I'm destined to get it I be outside with the glizzy Toting that fire, I be tripping I just might die how I'm living Ain't tell nobody, but I'm tripping Niggas ain't catching me slipping, ayy, yeah I make you laugh when you with me Know that my swag is terrific (Glee, glee) Ain't seen my dad in a minute But I can't be mad, I got millions I just pulled up in a lemon Thugging, so fuck your opinion I'm thuggin', so fuck how you feeling I'm calling my spirit Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious And it's like every song I'm on, I be calling my spirits
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Jacob Brian Dutton, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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