Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rightfield
Performer
JordyPurp
Rap
John Forest Blocker
Lead Vocals
Reed Hoelscher
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JordyPurp
Songwriter
John Forest Blocker
Songwriter
Reed Hoelscher
Songwriter
Colin Dieden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Jones
Producer
Grimacxe
Producer
Lyrics
Boy you got a 20 dolla Prada like you pocket the purse
Too fly! I see you holler collar big on your shirt
Leave a seat right beside run it back in reverse
You don't look right this time we'll go back in a hearse
We don't see eye to eye it's fine, haha goodbye
You leave I, I be fine, need I remind you that
I'm all business, no front back
I'm the whole ten figures, long time rock star
Waiting on the top did I say no pictures? I mean it!
Don't ask me for this that reason
You whining I'm tryna dine quit cough wheezing
I never stitch cuts, shut up and ask Jesus
Boy don't you cry just take your licks with a smile
You got a 10 and two 5s go have some fun for a while
Go wipe your pretty eyes and kick your feelings to the side
So when the knuckles bleed at night you'll be alright
Rub it in the dirt, boy
Rub it in the dirt, boy
I been hiding my feelings in bags and ziploc
And we don't flex anymore we just let the wrist talk
Big face Rollie so now I can't make your tik toks
Show you what I make in a month and it make your jaw drop
They say boys don't cry but I let 'em run
You got a problem with that well then you can meet the gun
Disappear when all of my other friends keep on having fun
Disappointing parents cause I was born as the rebel son
Lost in a state of consciousness
Mixing the tears and toxins with
Cockiness and obnoxiousness
Bombing just like the Boston kid
Boy don't you cry just take your licks with a smile
You got a 10 and two 5s go have some fun for a while
Go wipe your pretty eyes and kick your feelings to the side
So when the knuckles bleed at night you'll be alright
Rub it in the dirt, boy
Boy you not hard
Never seen a man who didn't wanna be in charge
Chest puffed out like you got it in the cards
Boy you not hard
Rub it in the dirt leave your face full of scars
Boy you not
Boy don't you cry just take your licks with a smile
You got a 10 and two 5s go have some fun for a while
Go wipe your pretty eyes and kick your feelings to the side
So when the knuckles bleed at night you'll be alright
Rub it in the dirt, boy
Written by: Colin Dieden, John Forest Blocker, Jordan Mitchell, JordyPurp, Reed Hoelscher, Zach Jones