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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Eduardo Earle
Eduardo Earle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Engineer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Fuse 808 Mafia
Fuse 808 Mafia
Producer

Lyrics

I cheated on my fears, yeah I broke up with my doubts, yeah Got engaged with my faith, yeah And now I'm marryin' my dreams, yeah I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant I spill codeine when I piss I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget You can't cry over scars this permanent I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can't do wrong We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day He made me a millionaire, I'm talkin' to him every day All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch I left my past behind with new millennium I left my heart in the streets, I'm imperial Had to find time to manage my residuals I deserve royalty, livin' in a castle I'm hustlin', tryna make rent, you call the popo on me I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah He don't know I finessed him 'Cause the homies, they was 'bout to murder him Went out the backdoor, took the blame 'Cause I knew T-Money was gon' blow out his brains I'm back from the grave, I'm damn near insane I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant I spill codeine when I piss I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget You can't cry over scars this permanent I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can't do wrong We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home 'Bout to WCW my bitch friend on two rooms Got a black 45 FN, I don't do chrome Fuck these niggas, I'm kickin' 'em out the loot, woah I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it's two-toned (Two, two) I dress up like it's elastic (Yeah) 12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah) Swiggy swaggy, I'ma devil (Yeah) I got the shits in Cali (Cali) I got the kids a Denali (Swerve) I bulletproof all the windows (On God) I'm bulletproofin' the mattresses (Blat) Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah) Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin' Charger (Charger) I showed I liked her but I still didn't get her I got back problems from gamblin' from the night to mornin' (Night to mornin'), yeah You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch) It's too hard to dedicate to you, I'm so scared of shame I don't care to find out you was creepin' 'cause I'm doin' the same thing My bitches temporary like stitches You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain't nothin' but bitches Yeah I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant I spill codeine when I piss I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget You can't cry over scars this permanent I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can't do wrong We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Nayvadius Wilburn, Eduardo Earle, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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