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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blxst
Blxst
Vocals
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Burdette
Matthew Burdette
Songwriter
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Immanuel J. McMillian
Immanuel J. McMillian
Songwriter
David Marcus
David Marcus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Millian
Jay Millian
Producer
Lance Powell
Lance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens Mastering
Chris Athens Mastering
Mastering Engineer
Dirty Dave
Dirty Dave
Producer
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Rubén Castro
Rubén Castro
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Uh Aye Road runnin no pressure my brother say let me hold somethin My code a lil closer expecting a cold summer But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin Yeah Road runnin But I can't escape the city I rose from it Watch how you talking like you control somethin But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin This how it go when you the realest They gon know but ain't gon feel the shit you sayin to em Misery all these injuries and I'm still playing thru em Swear to God we been running up shit like the sand dunes Niggas got feelings for these bitches and we ran thru em All hundreds brought it to my brother and we ran thru em Big shit curl a nigga top up like some Cantu She ain't used to fuck with my motion then she began to Me and Blxst we been on they ass way before Brand New Wake It Up Count it call my partner up and break it up Runnin I been sittin with millions just tryna shake it up Too one hundred you can make it up That shit so forreal Road runnin no pressure my brother say let me hold somethin My code a lil closer expecting a cold summer But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin Yeah Road runnin But I can't escape the city I rose from it Watch how you talking like you control somethin But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin Yeah Made it out finally in positions that we prayed about Crazy how they don't call it hate I guess it made me doubt Soon as I got in the door they just wanna take me out Aye Yeah Cause they ain't never handed nothing to me had to make em love me They didn't understand how we was stranded when them days was ugly Now we in they faces they gon have to come and take it from me Get straight While you was sleepin we was cooking up a Sixtape And when we drop you gon have to tell your bitch to sit straight You know who got it so stop it bitch it's a street sweep Shaq and Kobe it's only right if we three-peat Can't acknowledge your politics underneath me I don't know another way All this money coming fast made me pour up four away I been runnin up a bag saving for a rainy day I been out the way Road runnin no pressure my brother say let me hold somethin My code a lil closer expecting a cold summer But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin Yeah Road runnin But I can't escape the city I rose from it Watch how you talking like you control somethin But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin Road runnin My code a lil closer expecting a cold summer But trust me it ain't a soul that I owe somethin
Writer(s): Brandon Rainey, David Marcus, Immanuel J. Mcmillian, Matthew Dean Burdette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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