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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Aaron Tago
Aaron Tago
Songwriter
Kyre Trask
Kyre Trask
Songwriter
Hagan Lange
Hagan Lange
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Tago
Yung Tago
Producer
Hagan
Hagan
Producer
Kdubb
Kdubb
Producer
Travis Harrington
Travis Harrington
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago Had to run that bitch back I swear, once they see where a nigga come from All of this shit that you had to go through, bruh They don't understand (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb) Young nigga from the bottom of the map Came up riding with the strap, iron on his lap One false move, get whacked Got the whole hood on his back And it's just like that For my niggas trapped in the trap Pray to God we all make it back, pray we all make it back Gotta pray we all make it back And I know it's wrong that I rap But a street nigga first Tell the crackers free Mac Deezy Ma, look at your son, I'm on TV They didn't believe me Nigga went and got it off the greezy It's hard, but I make it look easy, a crazy achievement Won't really fuck with no rappers All these niggas hustling backwards Misguiding the youth But long as I know the truth That's another subject for after And I'm riding in the Rover 12 keep on trying to pull me over Asking a nigga if I stole it, I bought it, I own it I remember walking to school Catching the bus early morning, like, Ma, I ain't going I was in the hallways roaming But I still got my diploma, I got my diploma Went to school all 12 years just to get a job selling donuts, man, that's crazy I ain't with the minimum waging I ain't with the modern day slavery The fuck is you saying? Told the crackers, "Fuck you, pay me" Had to tell 'em, "Fuck you, pay me" It's back to the block Well, I guess it's back to the block In the streets running 'round playing hooky (hooky) And I ain't never sold no crack, but I'm so street, I can cook it And I know it's hard to find a way But you're bound to see brighter days A million dollars can't change me, nigga 'Cause hard times made me, nigga A hard grind saved me, nigga I got it off the pavement, nigga I got it off the pavement, my nigga Young nigga from the bottom of the map Came up riding with the strap (yeah, yeah) Young nigga got the hood on his back He got the whole hood on his back, yeah Didn't think you'd be who you are, my nigga Didn't think you'd take it this far, my nigga (okay) You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me Give a fuck what they saying, you like the greatest to me, yeah You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me Yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck what they saying, you like the greatest to me, yeah 'Cause a nigga built off this shit, bruh, this shit in me, bruh, for real Ayy, free C5, man, grrah We ain't forget about you, my nigga Grindin', baby
Writer(s): Hagan Lange, Aaron Tago, Kyre Trask, Rodarius Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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