Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Osa Zelé
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Oshodin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
UV Killen Em
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
I'm trying to make shit get better for all of my brothas
Who still gotta stay in the trap
I really gotta be grinding for mama
Cause I know it really just could have been bad
Chasing these commas
These **** want drama
But I don't be trippin I'm chasing the bag
Running my money up
This ain't no funny stuff
Hate that I'm leaving my family's sad
Hope the cash come fast
Mama worried bout health
How she gon have to see her grandkids
So I'm working off of my ass
I'm focused up on my task
I had to clean up my act
Second after second
I can see these people getting left up in the past
This ain't no joke
Pray my mama ain't having a stroke. I
Been trying to make money off these fucking songs
I swear I been hitting these notes
Crack the egg and I get to the yolk
Hit the beat and then a **** just float
Chased a bitch and then she get on the road
Bless the bitch I'm trying to feel like the Pope
Whoa
But I ain't worried bout these hoes
Only need to worry
Getting money for my own
I don't need a diamond rings
I don't need all the clothes
If you worry bout I shit
You need a That's how you know
I'm trying to make sure you're better for all of my brothers
Who still gotta stay in the trap
I really gotta be grindin for mama
Cause I know it really just could have been bad
Chasing these commas
These **** want drama
But I don't be trippin I'm chasing the bag
Running my money up
This ain't no funny stuff
Hate that I'm leaving my family's sad
Hope the cash come fast
Mama worried bout health
How she gon have to see her grandkids
So I'm working off of my ass
I'm focused up on my task
I had to clean up my act
Second after second
I can see these people getting left up in the past
Spend money I don't need no more
Cause I'm only gon give it up
Why I really need to sit on it
When I be saying I'ma give it back
Kinda easy just to make it back
Especially when I drop these tracks
I been putting gas into the fuckin tank
I'm bout to take this shit to the max
I be like whoa
Up into the sky
While you other **** stayin down
And Below
Choppa singing like a symphony
I hit the block and then I just compose
I been staying on my time
Yeah, you know I'm stayin on my fuckin toes
Said she never need a bad ****
She said she only need a role
I ain't tryna shoot
Ain't no point in all this violence
What we gon do
I ain't no point in all this slidin
We in that loop
We know why we keep on fucking dying
We only lose when our mamas fucking cry
Im tryna make shit get better
For all of my brothers who still gotta stay in the trap
I really gotta be grinding for mama
Cause I know it really just could have been bad
Chasing these commas
These **** want drama
But I don't be trippin
I'm chasing a bag
Runnin my money up
This ain't no funny stuff
Hate that I'm leaving my family sad
Hope the cash come fast
Mama worried bout health
She gon have to see her grandkids
So I'm working off of my ass
I'm focused up on my task
I had to clean up my act
Second after second
I can see these people getting left up in the past
They left in the past
They left in the past, past, past, past
They left in the Past, Left in the Past, Left in the Past
Written by: Osa Zelé, William Oshodin