Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Symba
Symba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Symba
Symba
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****
I said the world fucked up, **** (You **** just don't understand)
What you gon' do about it?
Talkin' to me?
Huh? Me? (Yeah, you)
Well, I plan to get rich (Okay)
I plan to succeed through the chaos
You feel me? (Ayy)
Pillow talkin' on a hunnid thousand
Moonwalkin' over mountains, that's four hunnid ounces
When I was younger, I prayed for this power
I just wish they would've told me this
Don't come with flowers (It don't)
Never lived in public housin'
Mama always found a way to keep us grounded (Love you, mama)
Nanny died, my family got divided
My uncle lost his mind, that **** never found it
In a generation of validation
Where **** always on vacation from they mama basement
These bitches turned these **** to an occupation
If pussy was runnin' to 'em, these **** still'll chase it
My auntie said back in the day, all that snitchin' was dangerous
These days, once you glorify it, it makes you famous (Swear it do)
But I can't fall into the matrix
Nowadays, doin' features get you caught up in cases (Cases)
I mean, I played this shit nice enough, long enough
It's a lot of **** who feel like they can't cheer for
A **** 'cause they had nothin' to do with the success
I understand, you hate it
Huh, now watch this shit, you bitch ass ****, you
I'm in million dollar meetings now (Meetings now)
**** think I'm changin' 'cause I ain't
Bring 'em (They wasn't understandin')
You ever seen a hunnid million dollars? Huh? ****, me neither
So how the fuck could you tell me to play my situation
Like you would when you ain't never been in it? (Facts)
If you know all the answers, why you ain't did it or ain't winnin'?
You **** with opinions need to go apply to be critics (Facts)
I mean, look at Akademiks (Huh?)
That **** rich as most of you **** that's out here killin'
The rap game got fucked up when street **** realized
Rappers was makin' more money than drug dealers (That's facts)
I'm somewhere out in Kona off tequila and Corona (Corona)
Came a long way from throwin' parties in Pomona (Yeah)
I still double back on all my exes just to show 'em
They could be livin' like my baby mama if they focused, ****
Why you always wanna wait 'til it's too late to do great?
I mean, think about it
I told you how this shit was gon' look, I told you
It's 'bout three of you **** who got deals because of me
Get out of line and I'ma let it be known, ****
Written by: Adam Mabe, Carlton Davis Mays, Jerrick Leshon Davis
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