Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paris the Spitta
Paris the Spitta
Songwriter
Paris Williams
Paris Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fiinanse
Fiinanse
Mixing Engineer
tric jonas
tric jonas
Producer

Lyrics

I payed to play I learned the game its time to educate
I'm calmer now I'm eating great put on some baby weight
When I was younger I was wilder like the heavyweight
I know he pussy I can smell it when he menstruate
That money triple up when you get it outta state
Shit this year alone I done been to every state
I made a couple thou today it's time to celebrate
And if I'm eatin my whole team gon get a dinner plate
Fuck it and desert they don't have a plan to work
Say we misunderstood cause they don't understand the hurt
You go against the squad then you gon have to lay in the dirt
He talkin crazy you gon have to rent yo mans a hearse
I was the happiest without a dollar to my name
But once I got the money happiness didn't feel the same
I lost relationships it's like them **** went and came
I built my credit fuck em had to charge it to the game
Forget how it was
You see how it is
Get out yo feelings my **** handle yo biz
Don't be the one that's existing
So you gotta live and if u got em then make sure you taking care of yo kids
Life gon deal you some cards
But don't show yo hand
You gon fail a bunch of times but it's part of the plan
You gon cry a few nights
You lose a few friends
Some times you gotta stand alone
To make sure you still can
Never make excuses for yo actions
If you say that you gon do it make it happen
Mind yo bitness stack it don't let em catch you lackin cuz
Extended choppa clips will make a movie if you actin ****
I be by myself I be by myself
My gang hand held I don't need nobody else
I had to figure it out myself I never had the help
You work yo boss get all the credit you a fuckin elf
I'm back from the bottom I feel like the man now
Cuz all them **** that was doubting me a fan now
Secured the bag got respect the power and the crown
You get power say the word an they gon stand down
My hittas never movin sloppy thirsty for a body
Catch you slipping in yo feelings listening to Aubrey
I put a ticket on yo head an the response is copy
Then repent again don't worry bout me I know god got me
Forget how it was
You see how it is
Get out yo feelings my **** handle yo biz
Don't be the one that's existing
So you gotta live
And if u got em then make sure you taking care of yo kids
Life gon deal you some cards
But don't show yo hand
You gon fail a bunch of times but it's part of the plan
You gon cry a few nights
You lose a few friends
Some times you gotta stand alone
To make sure you still can
Written by: Paris Williams, Paris the Spitta
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