Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay Osama
Lil Zay Osama
Vocals
Xcelence
Xcelence
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryant Bell
Bryant Bell
Songwriter
Isaiah Dukes
Isaiah Dukes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xcelence
Xcelence
Producer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

No, no, no No, no (Xcelence) She would see us, they was feelin' that I ain't got it no more Hustle got free, came home, told me, "I ain't got it no more" He told me I'm gettin' through it, so he gotta be proud of his bro 'Cause I ain't partin' your path for everything, I ain't got it no more I put my kids in my will Get my insurance on me, never know when it's my time, never know when God will Pour me up one, I ain't stressin' no more 'Cause the way I feel, I ain't catchin' no blessings no more, uh And when I got shot, he taught me a lesson, I know But I lost my brother to this shit and I lost my cousins to this shit Got caught in New York, they say I had a switch I wouldn't even buy that shit, fans know I'm innocent And I lost him, it's no way closer to him, yeah And when I lost him, know I had lost it, yeah Tryna help everybody out, uh Gotta carry they body out, uh He died, his life was in danger I can't hold, I'm a stranger I ain't know who was from my block, them kids grew up, they like demons But I knew enough from my cat and they can't claim the 'Raq R.I.P. D-Lo, Tay Boog, and Nez, know came correct And I came from the 'jects, but I put my hood on my back Rockin' skinny jeans and bleach 'em, Rob did it his best I was poor, opps up score, my hood at war 'Member Bam knockin' at Timo door Lost Tay and we went up scores, mm Free Lonnell, P was makin' statements Scats told my lo' to the opps, how you do that? That wasn't gangster And we still be them boys Still slide out them toys And we still makin' noise She would see us, they was feelin' that I ain't got it no more Hustle got free, came home, told me, "I ain't got it no more" He told me I'm gettin' through it, so he gotta be proud of his bro 'Cause I ain't partin' your path for everything, I ain't got it no more I put my kids in my will Get my insurance on me, never know when it's my time, never know when God will Pour me up one, I ain't stressin' no more 'Cause the way I feel, I ain't catchin' no blessings no more, uh And the way I feel, I ain't catchin' no blessings no more And the way I feel, I ain't stressin' no more Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, oh
Writer(s): Bryant Bell, Isaiah Dukes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out