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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dineo Tatenda Chimanyi
Dineo Tatenda Chimanyi
Songwriter
Dylan Ochsner
Dylan Ochsner
Songwriter
Cameron Molfetta
Cameron Molfetta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flex The Ninja
Flex The Ninja
Producer
Laurence Banda
Laurence Banda
Mixing Engineer
Dillygotitbumpin
Dillygotitbumpin
Producer

Lyrics

Where we came from It was really rough But my parents made sure that we always had enough For my dad who couldn't finish watching me grow up I'm sending pain prayers up to the most high Rest In Peace to my dawg Rest In Paradise I'm on the come up making waves up in the North side I'm riding out for all my people till the day I die Don't make no mistake I never told a lie I'm a free spirit Look at the wave I started Rest In Peace to all my loved ones that have departed That's the reason I'm grinding Who I do it for This for my siblings and my mama only us four I came up from the dirty From the dirty south Grinding for these new baguettes and ice up in my mouth I got expensive taste I got designer dreams You not that guy cause I'm him So you don't know what that means I just want everything this life has got to offer me New money coming in trying to get all these hoes off me I remember knocking on these doors They wouldn't let me in Now I'm finally free I'm my city's prodigy I'm up Gon remember the name I was only 12 years when I started Nothing to lose but a lot I could gain Where we came from It was really rough But my parents made sure that we always had enough For my dad who couldn't finish watching me grow up I'm sending pain prayers up to the most high Rest In Peace to my dawg Rest In Paradise I'm on the come up making waves up in the North side I'm riding out for all my people till the day I die Don't make no mistake I never told a lie In this industry No pats on the back Had to find it deep within, my passion for the racks Late nights in the stu Cooking with my nigga Max The markup on the dope was crazy with that black tax I never talked about the homie who got locked up He got life in the pen Brodie on the wing When I had the ER in Dizzy Walka When it was all about bars Niggas wouldn't sing Nonetheless man I know that nigga smiling Made it out the dirty south where niggas whyling This is more than just a verse This is a eulogy This is for the guys Free my brother Kota B
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