Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
J Shriver
J Shriver
Assistant Engineer
Jesse Navarro
Jesse Navarro
Assistant Engineer
Walker Riggs
Walker Riggs
Assistant Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

808 Mafia Uh How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent Took shit too far, now they regretting what happened Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh) You play, I'm letting you have it (Uh, uh-uh-uh) Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rapping? Fiend for that Ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsing Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh If I tell my stepper, "Come and slide," then he coming And I know it's fucked up how he daily out there hunting Heartless living, savage life, that's just how he bummin' But shit, at least it's a nigga I can count on for something, uh We let them cannons spark, play with us, get punished, uh We really had it hard, now blessings abundant Can tell I hit the top, now they can't wait to see me plummet Like for every win, another L come punch me in my stomach I couldn't even enjoy my birthday, bitch come to me about assumptions They can't fuck with me on my worst day, I done ran it up, all hundreds Baby, Chiraq is my birthplace, if we got a problem, we slump it Hard times spent, it's the worst pain and you never get refunded, uh How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent Took shit too far, now they regretting what happened Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh) You play, I'm letting you have it (Uh, uh-uh-uh) Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rapping? Fiend for that Ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsing Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh, uh Twin Glocks, Tia Tamera Yeah, these my new bitches, hit they block with two switches- It make my shottas shoot different We can empty out two hunnid shots in less than two minutes And B' was one of ours, so that shouldn't be a name that you mention Hope when I'm talkin' you listen 'cause I'm just hoping you get it I tell my nigga 'bout his self, it ain't got nothing to do with it And you can't call my phone for help, that's if I heard that you snitching Don't speak on bodies on your belt, this just ain't how we do business, uh Bad news turn your whole day tragic All they heard was that K clapping Any problem, we stepping up like the crate challenge Left my heart on that notepad and that still wasn't enough Lotta snake bites, got low grass, can't feel or trust How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent Took shit too far, now they regretting what happened Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh) You play, I'm letting you have it (Uh, uh-uh-uh) Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rapping? Fiend for that Ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsing Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Taurus Tremani Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out