制作
出演艺人
Blac Youngsta
表演者
Yo Gotti
表演者
42 Dugg
表演者
作曲和作词
Sammie Benson
词曲作者
Dion Hayes
词曲作者
Ezkiel Henry
作曲
Mario Mims
词曲作者
Theodore "Stonii" Thomas
作曲
制作和工程
Ezkiel "Rasta Rebelz" Henry
录音工程师
Stonii Melody God
制作人
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
混音工程师
Larry Anthony
母带工程师
歌词
[Intro]
Hard times don't last, should've seen what I made
We was just laughin', how the fuck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frownin' when I'm up, said, he smilin' when I'm strugglin'
I been never doing good, now I'm doing bad
From the same hood, forever gon' get my last
[Chorus]
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cried, bro, since you got killed
Like, how the fuck is you not here?
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I train, that it's only me
[Refrain]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same **** talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same **** I was beefin' with, called them my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Verse 1]
Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddie
Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a **** daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
**** tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me
I'm a real ****, I'll kill a Nazi
On the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds dock me
I ain't dumb, I know them **** wanna take me out, but they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy **** 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch, she upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
[Chorus]
I been goin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys)
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cried, bro, since you got killed
Like, how the fuck is you not here?
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I train, that it's only me
[Verse 2]
Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hundred, chopper got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks, fuck it, my son want it
Gangster shit, I been on it
I'm a real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't fuck with no broke **** (Nah)
I ain't dodge no smoke, **** (Never)
Whoever want it, they can get it
Four hundred shots'll make 'em feel it (Brrt)
We four deep, a hundred shots piece
A million put up for the bond (Prr)
We fightin' the case 'til my **** free
Three letters (CMG)
Fuck **** should've knew better (Knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better)
I tried, but **** wouldn't let us (Tried)
These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real)
And I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't)
Street ****, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (Did)
We was thuggin' out the 'partments (We was)
Know in Memphis where it started (Yeah, on God)
[Refrain]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same **** talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same **** I was beefin' with, called them my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke
[Chorus]
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cried, bro, since you got killed
Like, how the fuck is you not here?
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I train, that it's only me
Written by: Mario "Yo Gotti" Mims, Marquise "42 Dugg" Hayes, Sammie Benson

