制作

出演艺人
Jeezy
Jeezy
声乐
作曲和作词
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
词曲作者
Demetrius Stewart
Demetrius Stewart
词曲作者
制作和工程
Shawty Redd
Shawty Redd
制作人
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
录音工程师
Wesley Copeland
Wesley Copeland
助理录音工程师
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
混音工程师
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
助理混音工程师

歌词

[Verse 1]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
[Verse 2]
Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street (****)
Every time you see me out, I'm a real street (****)
I hope you got yours, I keep mine
In the club, blowing (****), throwing gang signs
And you already know, dawg
745s, back to back, me and O Dog
These other (****) is jokers
What they re-in' up with, I spent it all at Strokers
In one night, eight (****), ten bottles of Cris'
Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist
Keep bread, so we carry them toasters
But keep back though, my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I know when I'm the topic of your conversation
The jack boys say they gon' rob
But on the real, (****), y'all don't want these problems
[Verse 3]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
[Verse 4]
Black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap
(****) eleven make me walk with a crazy dap
Y'all say we country (****), yee-haw
The money coming back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, (****) of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care 'bout (****)
It's ludicrous how they ride, I-20 with them (****)
I spit it for y'all
On the real, my (****), I spit it for y'all
Hey, who gives a (****) about friends?
If you mix the baking soda with it, you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's
And it's not about the flip, man
Want the real bread, dawg, it's all about your whip game
[Verse 5]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
[Verse 6]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
Written by: D. Stewart, Jay Jenkins
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