Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kaleb Mitchell
Kaleb Mitchell
Performer
Drew Famous
Drew Famous
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaleb Mitchell Bethune
Kaleb Mitchell Bethune
Composer
Andrew Hudick
Andrew Hudick
Composer
Ronye Brown
Ronye Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaleb Mitchell Bethune
Kaleb Mitchell Bethune
Producer
Anthony “1995” Cruz
Producer
Garnell Watts
Garnell Watts
Producer

Lyrics

I got a chip on my shoulder
I’m ballin’ for all of that time I was benched
Tryna put pennies together
To pay for the bills and my
Pocket was lint
Told all them suckers if it ain’t ‘bout dollars
Then honestly it don’t make sense
Got my whole arm in the rim
I got my whole arm in the rim
Jim Carrey, I’ma mask up
For that bag bruh
Try to play me that is bad luck
I don’t act bruh
Been a legend way before my momma
Drove that Acura
Trick please you too thirsty
You needa back up
Grill in my mouth like I’m Paul Wall
I don’t got time for the small talk
All of these rappers is all talk
If I’ma ball then we all ball
I done made something from nothing
I came out them trenches
Now I’m on the TV, ooh
I done paid all of dues
Now I need my payment
I can’t give no freebies, ooh
I got a chip on my shoulder
I’m ballin’ for all of that time I was benched
Tryna put pennies together
To pay for the bills and my
Pocket was lint
Told all them suckers if it ain’t ‘bout dollars
Then honestly it don’t make sense
Got my whole arm in the rim
I got my whole arm in the rim
Thank God I got it ‘cause honestly I ain’t really bout to ask you for shit
Bruh I’m as bad as it gets, mama done raised her one talented kid
We ain’t living lavishly yet, but
My brothers gone get it for every time that we was always last to be picked
Fuck your game I got my own court
Been winning since I played my own sport
Lightning life, gone light the beat up like a blow torch
Done did it for the four oh to the oh four
Every time I go up north bring my own dope for the personal
Hope you don’t know where we stay
Outta sight hoping folks don’t go
Hoping that you don’t know
I got a chip on my shoulder
I’m ballin’ for all of that time I was benched
Tryna put pennies together
To pay for the bills and my
Pocket was lint
Told all them suckers if it ain’t ‘bout dollars
Then honestly it don’t make sense
Got my whole arm in the rim
I got my whole arm in the rim
I got a chip on my shoulder
I’m ballin for all of that time I was benched
Tryna put pennies together
To pay for the bills and my
Pocket was lint
Told all them suckers if it ain’t bout dollars
Then honestly it don’t make sense
Got my whole arm in the rim
I got my whole arm in the rim
Written by: Andrew Hudick, Kaleb Mitchell Bethune, Ronye Brown
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