Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Jonathan Whitfield
Jonathan Whitfield
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Swish
DJ Swish
Producer

Lyrics

Eastside, BH dub, you know about us Get shot, or get robbed, we get dollars Brick of blow, flip an O, hardly sniff it though Two for five on a Friday, give and go Bitch niggas wanna come and get a taste They don't get it 'til they catch a red bottom to the face No case, young nigga shootin' shit Outta Delta '88 with the temporary plates Foreign cars but we dog 'em like Buicks Get to it, no talking, just do it With no swoosh, just killers off that kush Me and Grizzley on the track, we're both from the black book All dirt, numbers scratched off that pistol Selling crack viles out ya' momma back window Momma talking loud 'bout the shit that he into She ain't gotta ask every month, what that rent do You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill You ain't knowing shit real nigga Say you wanna get rich, no matter the risk No matter how far the trip, okay (okay let's get it) Say you just wanna be on, you want the Rollie froze You would never break the code, okay nigga In Campanella, tell these niggas I'm at home there (That's the crib nigga) Blood, tell these niggas I'm at home there (That's the motherfucking crib nigga) Only Joy Road nigga that's good everywhere One nigga, two stretch, bitch, I double dare (brrah) Money on the counter, chops on the floor Besides the holy spirit, I ain't worried 'bout a soul These niggas got a lot of mouth, ain't got no money though And tell these niggas we can beef but don't get bloody though (It's gon' get bloddy) 90 days ago, I was just in prison, I got out with a vision And now I'm with Jay Rock and Kendrick (ain't it a blessing) Out in Cali tapping in with the realest When really I wasn't supposed to see the end of my sentence You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill You ain't knowing shit real nigga
Writer(s): Johnny Mckinzie, Samuel Ahana, Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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