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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Ej Beats
Programming
Pooh Beatz
Programming
xynothing
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Ernest Adams
Songwriter
Machado
Songwriter
Cameron Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Ej Beats
Producer
xynothing
Producer
Makih Stew
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Songtexte
This nigga, man
Every day, I hear Babyface Ray, who the fuck is this nigga?
Hello?
Ayy
You know I go hard 'cause I got habits (yeah)
I got status (yeah)
I don't know if the love real or not (love fake)
Pain pills explain it all, I don't feel a lot (uh-uh)
Oh, you thug? Fuck your bodies, nigga still'll die
I'ma tell you like this, they gon' give me respect (real)
Bring the real ones back, let's kill all the rats
Take the Tris off the market
Need a seal of the Act' (seal of the Act')
You ain't really gotta flex
When you livin' like that (when you livin' like that)
Blowin' money fast, still ain't hit my lit (still ain't hit my)
Crash, hop up out it, got me jumpin' the fence (I'm gone)
It ain't all good, but it is what it is (it is what it is)
Bought it six times, me, wife, and the kids (no cap)
Rap game, trap cool, off-white brick
Whip, whip, rip, had to ice my wrist (had to ice my wrist)
Took it out of bounds just to fight my pit (yeah)
Just to get to me, she gon' eat my bitch (she gon' eat my bitch)
This money been turnin' me evil, I can't lie (nah)
Pull up, scratch off with a bag like takeout
I can't slow down, I'm cuttin' the brake line
Treat it like a robbery, nigga, just stay down (yeah)
Stash in the foreign, I'm feelin' like James Bond
Brodie, you can eat, just long as I make mine (ah)
She can get whatever, just long as she ain't lyin' (ah)
Gang watch your crib, you know you can't waste mine
Motor City, tell the truth, who fuckin' with me?
Reaper come and get you, nigga, Neo couldn't duck these switches
When the bosses talkin', lil' nigga, mind your fuckin' business
Goyard tote all blue, stuff a hundred in it
Year 'round, we been grindin' like the summer ended (for real)
Hate playin' stepdad, I been sonnin' niggas
Could be the paper or the Percs, I been fuckin' itchin'
Stay true, tell it how it is, so they love a nigga (yeah)
Blowin' money fast, still ain't hit my lit
Crash, hop up out it, got me jumpin' the fence (yeah)
It ain't all good, but it is what it is
Bought it six times, me, wife, and the kids (real)
Rap game, trap cool, off-white brick (off-white brick)
Whip, whip, rip, had to ice my wrist (whip, whip, whip)
Took it out of bounds just to fight my pit
Just to get to me, she gon' eat my bitch (she gon' eat my bitch)
Just to get to me, they gon' play
What? Hmm? Yeah
Ayy, just to get to me, she gon' eat my bitch
Stay down, you gon' come up, nigga (for real)
Big glizzy, can't run up, nigga
They snatch you, just shut up
Blood on the money, pack still gettin' cut up
I just bought an oldie, at the shop gettin' done up (yeah)
Nah, I ain' trap, I'm just movin' off survival
Tryna figure out how to sell the church Bibles
Hustlin' for real, man, this shit in my veins
All that movin' loose, you gon' end up a stain (nigga)
Twenty-five years, brodie still in the game
I told him put the bag down, he say that's how he get paid
He tryna find his way out, you know that shit like a maze
Since I lost my nigga Snoopy, ain't been feelin' the same
Blowin' money fast, still ain't hit my lit (hit my)
Crash, hop up out it, got me jumpin' the fence (I'm gone)
It ain't all good, but it is what it is (it is what it is)
Bought it six times, me, wife, and the kids (no cap)
Rap game, trap cool, off-white brick
Whip, whip, rip, had to ice my wrist (had to ice my wrist)
Took it out of bounds just to fight my pit (yeah)
Just to get to me, she gon' eat my bitch (she gon' eat my bitch)
(Hello?) Man, how you, how you don't know who that is?
Bro, you know I don't
Nigga, I'm not tuned into nobody
But the people that I fuck with on the regular, bro
You trippin', didn't they tell, didn't they tell who he was?
What they told you 'bout him when they was tellin' you 'bout him?
Nigga, all I know, this nigga from Detroit
Somewhere or somewhere he rap like that
What you heard 'bout him?
Writer(s): Ernest Adams, Cameron Joseph, Machado Joseph, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Marcellus Rayvon Register
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