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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Yung Lan on the track)
[Verse 2]
I'm a millionaire
'Cause I deserve that shit
I struggled all my life, ****
I ain't goin' back
Promise
[Verse 3]
I been stressed out so long
You don't want shit, ****, hold on
I just bought like four homes
Watch them ****, they'll fold on ya
I pulled my other wife, set her up
Now I cap thin, rose gold on
Tell them **** I don't give a fuck
We can go to war, get you wrote on
I was asleep, God told me, "Wake up"
They shot my dog from the waist up
I'm on the road missin' my kids
There's some time I can't make up
Killin' season, doin' a bid
That's some time I can't shake up
Now I made it, I'm here to see it
Face shot, that's some makeup
[Verse 4]
I ain't never wanna be the king of Memphis
'Cause my big homie, he the king
And that was never my dream (I am)
Yeah, he deserve that shit (For real)
Hey, big homie, you deserve that shit (Real talk)
I got a good bitch and I deserve that bitch
Yeah, bought my lil' **** a whip, 'cause he deserve that shit
When I get on that mic and do my show
The fans worth the world, my shit
I'ma have to buy my side bitch a purse, 'cause she deserve that shit
Picture run your cousin clothes around, keep runnin' that shit
[Verse 5]
I been stressed out so long
You don't want shit, ****, hold on
I just bought like four homes
Watch them ****, they'll fold on ya
I pulled my other wife, set her up
Now I cap thin, rose gold on
Tell them **** I don't give a fuck
We can go to war, get you wrote on
I was asleep, God told me, "Wake up"
They shot my dog from the waist up
I'm on the road missin' my kids
There's some time I can't make up
Killin' season, doin' a bid
That's some time I can't shake up
Now I made it, I'm here to see it
Face shot, that's some makeup
[Verse 6]
Minus shit, gettin' real
I'ma keep it a hunnid, straight up
My auntie strugglin' on her bills
Late night, she just stay up
Workin' overtime, tryna get a cake up
I feel them
Since I came up, them haters ain't lift they face up
And kill 'em
[Verse 7]
Tell the judge, "Free my ****"
I can't stop till they home
I been on my own
Takin' care of myself before I was grown
On the block, servin' cones
If I ain't there, tell 'em to call my phone
My dog said that hoe ain't shit
So I had to leave that bitch alone
[Verse 8]
I been stressed out so long
You don't want shit, ****, hold on
I just bought like four homes
Watch them ****, they'll fold on ya
I pulled my other wife, set her up
Now I cap thin, rose gold on
Tell them **** I don't give a fuck
We can go to war, get you wrote on
I was asleep, God told me, "Wake up"
They shot my dog from the waist up
I'm on the road missin' my kids
There's some time I can't make up
Killin' season, doin' a bid
That's some time I can't shake up
Now I made it, I'm here to see it
Face shot, that's some makeup
Written by: Milan Modi, Sammie Benson
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