Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Rap
Ayo B
Performer
CTP
Performer
Money Montage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavo
Composer
Andrew O'Brien
Composer
Christopher Jon Latimer
Composer
Jacier Pearson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Ayo B
Producer
CTP
Producer
Money Montage
Producer
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Ayo B on the track)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah
I was patient, now my ice cold, glacier (yeah)
I was trapping out the vacant 'til I got some paper (yeah)
I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin' (yeah)
I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it (yeah)
I put that on my soul, no, you can't take it (my soul)
On the highway going two places, yeah
Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah)
In the trap we switch locations, yeah
Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh)
I dreamed that I'ma be big, while I'm putting bullets inside my SIG (umm, hmm)
Momma said don't make no sense, 'cause I got shooters in all my cribs (umm, hmm)
It's kinda hard to be a young nigga
When you gotta watch the way that you live, ooh (ooh)
It's never too hard to keep it real
Keep it one hundred, we on and off of the field (yeah)
Made 'em train to kill if he caught a body, he signed a deal
Don't talk about it, nobody squeal
Upgrade the watches from stainless steel
If you woke up in the morning and got you a million
Just tell me just how would you feel?
Gave my niggas some points, some extra percentage
Now just look at the way they live
I was patient, now my ice go glacier (yeah)
I was trapping out the vacant 'til I got some paper (yeah)
I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin' (yeah)
I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it (yeah)
I put that on my soul, no you can't take it (my soul)
On the highway going two places, yeah
Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah)
In the trap we switch locations, yeah
Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh)
I dreamed that I'ma be big, while I'm putting bullets inside my SIG (mm, hmm)
Momma said don't make no sense, 'cause I got shooters in all my cribs (mm, hmm)
Momma said it don't make no sense, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Jacier Perason, Andrew James O'brien, Christopher Jon Latimer
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