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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Composer
Xavier Dotson
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Zaytoven
Producer
Derrick Royce Selby
Recording Engineer
Anthony Gonzalez
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Gordie Tumay
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn
21, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Zaytoven
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
[Verse 2]
They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols
I'm tryna feed my family, I ain't bein' political
You ain't givin' out money then they look at you pitiful
You make a couple million, **** greedy, they envy you
Aye, fuck that other side, we gon' shoot up your Sprinter
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental
**** run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can't wait till December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon' shoot you on camera
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin' to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, that shit too hard to handle
Loadin' up his chopper, he gon' show 'em black lives matter
[Chorus]
Another **** made the news, ain't nothin' new
He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new
He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new
Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new
He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new
All his friends gang bangin', it ain't nothin' new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another **** from the hood tryna ball too
[Verse 3]
Shit gettin' outrageous
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages
Young, black, poor, ain't had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement?
Why you think we ridin' 'round with choppers off safety?
Streets cut throat, ****, so I'm cutthroat
I used to sell dope, ****, now I can't vote
Poppin' Percocets to kill the pain, I can't cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came, so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin' down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King, and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah, where **** dyin' at
Same place where the best chicken gettin' fried at
Same place where the police killin', tellin' lies at
It ain't just the babies, man, I swear their mamas cryin' there
[Chorus]
Another **** made the news, ain't nothin' new
He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new
He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new
Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new
He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new
All his friends gang bangin', it ain't nothin' new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another **** from the hood tryna ball too
Written by: She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Xavier L. Dotson, Leland Tyler Wayne