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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Torrance Edmonds
Torrance Edmonds
Songwriter
Steven Carless
Steven Carless
Songwriter
Derrick Okoth
Derrick Okoth
Songwriter
Askia Fountain
Askia Fountain
Songwriter
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Daniel Garcia
Daniel Garcia
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Street Symphony
Street Symphony
Producer
D.O. Speaks
D.O. Speaks
Additional Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer
S. Dot
S. Dot
Co-Producer
Buda and Grandz
Buda and Grandz
Co-Producer
Ulise Olivio
Ulise Olivio
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Pimentel
Jeremy Pimentel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathaniel Pollard
Nathaniel Pollard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got this shit from the trap, few baggies, my pen and my pad I done get richer off of rap, you throw 'em, we sendin' 'em back, that shit is a fact My young boy ain't got no I.D. on him, he had to slip through the back They took everything he had off his body, thought he was lit 'cause he rapped Gotta hussle, go get off your back, he broke go get him a pack I just blew ten up in Saks, fuck cops they kill if you black You might get a girl if you nice, gelato I'm smokin' It give you that feelin' you feel when you still on the flight Light up that blunt, go wheelie that bike This is our life This is the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my people's support, you think I raised 'em? Bright stars, shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith I got a plain Patek Philippe and a plain Richard Millie Can't explain the shit I see Switchin' lanes in a new V I be slayin' on that recording I done made it out the streets Lotta lames in this industry Sucka free, me and Dave East My niggas like water, two hunnid sittin' on a plain tee Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep Keep the stick on me, 'cause if they play we gon' play for keeps Back to back Royces, me and me We the champs that they envy I'm a cold P-I-M-P, I got hoes in a Benz Jeep I smoke Oprah Winfrey, while my bro pumpin' N-Sync (White) The gas the colour purple, selling white boy like Lewinsky The cars is foreign like Ginóbili Shots will burn your chest like whiskey This is the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my people's support, you think I raised 'em? Bright stars, shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start this is not the beginning These niggas is broke, I forgot to forget it Stayin' on my toes bitch, I'm tropical livin' I try not to pay no attention They probably gon' hate till I'm finished Fuck it as long as they pay me with interest Buckets, now I jump out of Ranges that's tinted Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' I got a Patek that I put on everyday I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim Bitch this Crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my gang You make your transitions, I go buck 'cause you phony Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper Since I let you hear my slang, it's blue and that's all I see Ain't no red cap in these lights, that's you, ain't no flaw in me This is the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my people's support, you think I raised 'em? Bright stars, shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith
Writer(s): Glen Ballard, David John Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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