Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Tevin Revell
Tevin Revell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fuck a bitch, suck a dick, that's how I feel
Won't hang with or fuck with jits 'cause they ain't real
I hang with flame slangin', gang bangin' **** in the field
No flaggin', toe taggin', **** doing drills
They talkin' but ain't doin' shit, I'm so true to this
Don't give a fuck about your future, bitch, I'll let this Ruger speak
Making diss songs to get on, tryna play a ****
I don't get on tracks to sing on ****, I just swing on ****
Road runnin' till like 4-somethin', livin' like a star
Dope money, blew like four onions in this rental car
All that hatin' shit and gay shit, it ain't gon' get you far
All that actin' like you 'bout it, that shit might get you shot
**** mad I'm winnin' and they losin' (Drum Dummie)
My lil' brother, he stupid, pop beans and act stupid
Jump out with a Uzi, big clip, shoot a movie
**** in they feelings, they bitches be pickin' and choosin'
I woke up this morning with tomorrow on my brain
Today could be the day I fall a victim to the game
If I lose my life tonight, my momma probably go insane
The fact that a **** took my life for a name
Last night, I had a dream that an all-black Impala
Hit my hood with a choppa, killed me and four of my partners
I died on my corner with my pistol in my pocket
Bleedin' from my face, my old lady tryna stop it
Last week was last week, but last week was a close one
The crackers pulled me over and he sliced when he approached me
He walked around on side me with his hand on his holster
I went to grab my I.D. and the cracker almost smoked me
[Chorus]
Where I come from is a jungle
Where I come from, it's hard not to go under
Where I come from, full of sorrow (Drum Dummie)
Tryna make it to tomorrow
[Verse 2]
So we slidin' and ridin', the car full of semis
'Cause it get violent this side of the city
Word around town is them boys gettin' busy
They jump out with Tecs and MACs and Glizzys
I got a 30, my lil' bro got 50
That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20
He want some smoke, then tell him, "Come get it"
He wanna blow, then tell him we with it, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
We with it
Tryna make it to tomorrow
Tryna make it to tomorrow
Written by: Rodarius Green, Tevin Revell
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