Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Rejectz
Performer
Trae tha Truth
Performer
Cal Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackboy Dee
Songwriter
Frazier Othel Thompson III
Songwriter
Cal Wayne Killa
Songwriter
Laray Eagans
Songwriter
Jermaine Devon Smith
Songwriter
MYKEAH PICKETT
Songwriter
Ramish Damone Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ain't wanna ride the way that I'm ridin'
With them clothes hanging, I got blood on my diamonds
Yeah, them **** say it's beef, then we dinin'
I'm built on my self-esteem, keep on risin'
They never come around when you ain't got it
All them **** ain't tell nobody, caught a body and kept it silent
I went drunk up all the lean till it was nothing all the lean
I'm showing love to the street, but they don't love me
Everybody trippin'
I'm like, fuck it Shit on my left, don't make me up it
I stay in smoke, I never duck it Just let me know, I bet I buck it
Might just hit your woman till I fall in
I been out the way, but they keep callin'
Wanna hit my top, but it keep fallin'
Know my time been on the way, but it was stallin'
I don't fuck with ****, they ain't real
They threw a bunch of shit I never feel
I'm lookin' up to God, tryna heal I was outside, tryna feel
They been tryna take my life I'm just tryna play my right
They below, they can't fade my height
They tryna fade my lights
Ain't wanna ride the way that I'm ridin'
With them clothes hanging, I got blood on my diamonds
Yeah, them **** say it's beef, then we dinin'
I'm built on my self-esteem, keep on risin'
They never come around when you ain't got it
All them **** ain't tell nobody, caught a body and kept it silent
I went drunk up all the lean till it was nothing all the lean
I'm showing love to the street, but they don't love me
Yeah, and free the bull, he on a violation
Shit, I been upholding the tribe, we on our occupation
Rest in peace to reptile
I miss my **** Snake
I separate me and the members, real from the fakers
Long live Chanel D, he was by this bank
Same shit that touch my soul, this shit make me think
It's a full-time job to see another day
And my aunt Angie ain't never worried, cause all she do is pray
My eyes wide open for fake love, hate to see from a distance
It's the envy that sneak up
Mud on the money, soak the diamonds in blood
I know **** catchin' bodies off of loyalty and love
Blood in, blood out, that's the way that we do
Really come from the gutter, raised on tough love
Fashitsho, the trap door jumpin'
I'm still grindin' like I'm piss poor
Judy, me please, it all came off the dope holes
I knew I was a trap the first day I cut the scale on
Rubberband of money, by the thousands off a cell phone
Standin' in the fire with the drunkie, I'm givin' them hell
I do it for the renegades and scooters that's locked in the cell
I play the role when I ain't have to
Found the way I never asked you
If my right hand switched up, it ain't no tellin' what my left do
I been the leader in my lane, no, I can't tell you what the help do
That's sacrificing for them racks
Don't double back or send no rescue
And mama warned me it's a risk, lovin' that man
He gon' neglect you all in high school
We used to beat them hoes up in the bathroom
And I studied what I learned to teach the game, ain't need a classroom
I search my own ways, get out my way or they might crash you
They know I kept it solid, I just went out there and got it
I had to get it out the mud, I really never had no option
Long as I know them people watchin', gotta know it ain't no stoppin'
I'm ten toes on my own, them bitches know just how I'm rockin'
Stomach rumblin', them **** thought it was funny
That big homie, you ain't put me on no money, I ain't no dummy
They treat you like you nothin' unless yo sack right
The reason how I'm comin', how I'm comin', ****, jack light
Water off, headlights, had to use a flashlight
Turn you to that fast life from the bottom
Too close, that **** blood got on his T-shirt when he shot him
Did some research, he ain't bout it, we can't link if you ain't solid
Like, give her a shooter in Houston, got a Rocket
Robert Horray on Decory, I'm a poppin'
Whoever replay my story need a Oscar, ****
Never ride the wave, a **** ridin'
You wanna ride the wave and it's a tsunami
And these **** is shoes shinin' across their own potnas
To hang around, who got it
Way I was raised up, if you ain't got it
It ain't no rules, young ****, go with your move
What you gon' do about it?
I had to find a lane, and I ain't dead
I cannot complain, my dog called me yesterday
Said, call the chain, I had to cook the cane
And bathe in the microwave, and Sheila ain't have it
I thank the game for them Michael J's
I don't think I'm hard, it's the reason I talk big shit
Cause I jumped up in the tank with them sharks
In left a big dent, survival of the fittest
In the street, I use my sixth sense
They wanna ride the wave, I got the blueprint
Ghetto
Ain't wanna ride the way that I'm ridin'
With them clothes hanging, I got blood on my diamonds
Yeah, them **** say it's beef, then we dinin'
I'm built on my self-esteem, keep on risin'
They never come around when you ain't got it
All them **** ain't tell nobody, caught a body and kept it silent
I went drunk up all the lean till it was nothing all the lean
I'm showing love to the street, but they don't love me
Written by: Cal Wayne Killa, Frazier Othel Thompson III, Jackboy Dee, Jermaine Devon Smith, Laray Eagans, MYKEAH PICKETT, Ramish Damone Johnson
