Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phocuz
Phocuz
Performer
J-Mac
J-Mac
Performer
The Game
The Game
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John David McCall
John David McCall
Songwriter
Brandon Bryant
Brandon Bryant
Songwriter
Stacy Avery Byrd, Jr.
Stacy Avery Byrd, Jr.
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Christopher Laurice Judd
Christopher Laurice Judd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S.Class
S.Class
Producer
David Strauss
David Strauss
Engineer

Lyrics

KS clans!
Postpone the time
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Run my name through the mud
All I did was show love
All you did was show up
Now I'm such a show-off
I'm just tryna show out
These **** want clout
I was down for the count
You got all this mouth
Like you all the way 'bout
This went all the way south
I been all the way down
If you all the way down
Show me how it break down
Bounce
What you gotta say now
This ain't cap this a crown
I been up and around
Get this off of the ground
Did this all for the town
Want blessings look around
In too deep not to drown
Phocuz up I got now
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Riding through Compton in a Maybach
Butter soft seats laid back
And you know where the K at
Shit on my lap I make it go blat
I pull up and hop out
With a bad bitch
Yeah, she a knockout
I know you can't tell
'Cause she got the Glock out
Everything murdered out
Sitting on the dark tint
So round drum on a semi-
**** feeling like Clark Kent
Looking for hops
Twelve car caravan
We don't duck with the cops, nah
We just pull up in Benz-
And we get the job done
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Hey, hey
Eye-to-eye with the bosses
I'm not a stranger to the losses
My cup runneth got a faucet
Up and down I done lost it
Drought season I was flossing
Quarter mill that was last year
Cheap ticket like I'm frontier
I just gotta keep it real dawg
Three-Hundred no deal dawg
Really out in the field dawg
Money don't make you no realer-
Them straps don't make no killer
Then ya daughter she fuck with dope dealers-
Five-hundred off smoke ****
They hearing my voice
It's hope ****
Put me on the scale, I'm dope ****
Gotta keep you some raid for the roach ****
Hands-on I can coach ****
Phil Jack yeah I'm legendary
Money bags need a truckload
Saying prayers in a dope hole
One mill, that's my new goal
Too solid, I can never fold
Such and such yeah I heard he told
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Written by: Brandon Bryant, Christopher Laurice Judd, J. Taylor, John David McCall, Stacy Avery Byrd, Stacy Avery Byrd, Jr.
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