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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NSG
NSG
Performer
Abdul-Jalaal Arowosaye
Abdul-Jalaal Arowosaye
Rap
Ayodeji Mujib Shekoni
Ayodeji Mujib Shekoni
Rap
Dennis Mensah
Dennis Mensah
Rap
Matthew Ojo
Matthew Ojo
Rap
Patrick Brew
Patrick Brew
Rap
William Mensah
William Mensah
Rap
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nines
Nines
Songwriter
Dope
Dope
Songwriter
Kruddz
Kruddz
Songwriter
Mojo
Mojo
Songwriter
Mxjib
Mxjib
Songwriter
OGD
OGD
Songwriter
Papii Abz
Papii Abz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAE5
JAE5
Producer
SupDups
SupDups
Producer
Jonathan Mensah
Jonathan Mensah
Co-Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Dwayne Chin-Quee
Dwayne Chin-Quee
Co-Producer

Lyrics

God blessed, I ain't livin' in fear Swear down, I'll go to hell if my niggas Were there 'Cause I've been Ice-City since A young age Anyone lay I hand on them, I'll be back on the front page But I just wanna take my niggas 'Round the world and back Find a couple of addresses to mail Some packs Tell my chick, she gotta give me space She said I'm always with My entourage like Vinny Chase Chillin' on the street Rolling 'round with some niggas wearin' Koofies and Christians on their feet Most the team's in jail but my dawgs Are still strong Catch me walking 'Round with half a mil' on (JAE5) Used to have kicks with holes Now I got hundreds of Louis, I ain't worn, You can lick the soles (Now, now, now) Now, bitch, I'm the man They say it's lonely on top, I got rich with the gang Ride for the bros, that's on mother's life He said he's onto me, that's another lie Can't be my team, must be other guys They ain't really about it on The other side (Ayy, yah) Gwarn, gyal, bruk your spine See you pass fine wine, dutty wine I know you ain't really down for The other side So come around here, I'll show you another light (Ayy, yah) Made enough off the streets but I want more (More) Tryna avoid tax so I bank offshore (Woo) Bro bought protection before he bought The offshore (Bah) N girl, you look better without contour ('Tour) Don't snap me, baby, snap the dashboard (Board) When I get bored, take a trip, go abroad (Abroad) We on top, you can even Check the scoreboard (Board) For your loyalty there's nothin' That I can't afford (Afford) We ain't a band, this a gang wearin' Gangdannas Done the dirt, then went church, Life's about balance Might pull up Met Gala in my agbada When it's dark I wear mask, Be like lagbaja She get nyash but I could never die for it Bad enough, I go miss my flight for it It's nothin' personal, You can be my person though Ride for the bros, that's on mother's life He said he's onto me, that's another lie Can't be my team, must be other guys They ain't really about it on The other side (Ayy, yah) Gwarn, gyal, bruk your spine See you pass fine wine, dutty wine I know you ain't really down For the other side So come around here, I'll show you another light (Ayy, yah) Girl, the way you bruk it o nice gan But shit ain't nice where I come from She thought I was nice, gan gan aso Do me, I do you, turn by turn (Woo) Ride for my bros walia talia Do it again in afterlife Spend money, you just avoid the tax All the shit I done just to get the bag Talkin' bad about me, I highly doubt it Thought he was shabby 'til he saw the something Thought he was shaggy when he said It weren't me Donny really drippin', but he got it From me Gyalie love the dash so she show Her nyash Did it in the back, nearly bruk her back I was in the dark then I saw the light Only for the vibe Ride for the bros, that's on mother's life He said he's onto me, that's another lie Can't be my team, must be other guys They ain't really about it on the Other side (Ayy, yah) Gwarn, gyal, bruk your spine See you pass fine wine, dutty wine I know you ain't really down for The other side So come around here, I'll show you another light (Ayy, yah) They say I should be nicer, but not to you Every bad thought you had, I had it Before you Gotta get it twice before I cross it Off my list I know there's six man but we came With plus six I made my borough say we dey Now anywhere I dey money must dey Turnt my comment section off, Don't care what you gotta say All my niggas make prof, wanna see me? Gotta pay
Writer(s): Brown Jimmy, Jay Dope, Nieah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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