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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emeli Sandé
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emeli Sandé
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Don Pepijn Schipper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Diablo
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Don Diablo, Guwop)
[Verse 2]
And we survived the thunder
And escaped the hunger
And sometimes, I wonder how we got through
Who knows what they'll ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand to serve as living proof (It's Gucci)
[Verse 3]
Gucci Mane and Don, catch me ballin' outta line, bitch
I'm braided with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday
Usain Bolt, crazy runnin' to the hundreds
I keep my neck (And my wrist at least a hundred)
Hood **** with the money and they lovin' it
She got comfortable, she call me by my government
Pull up in the Rolls with the white seats
And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief
[Verse 4]
I'm cocky, beat that pussy up like Rocky
I fly to Amsterdam for the right fee
These dudes ain't nothin' like me, they car thieves
I booked her for the night, paid her bar fee
Told her charge it to the gang, black Wall Street
Shark blue Coupe with the shark feet
Monster millionaire, can't get 'em off me
(Gucci Mane a thug, catch me ballin')
[Verse 5]
And we survived the thunder
And escaped the hunger
And sometimes, I wonder how we got through
Who knows what they'll ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand to serve as living proof
[Verse 6]
You got a fast car, I got a treat myself too
You are a hot wire, I like to push your buttons
We gotta somehow get out of town
We drove for ages, never looking backwards
They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom
Call us outrageous, but how 'bout now?
(Don Diablo, Guwop)
[Verse 7]
Gucci Mane and Don, catch me ballin' outta line, bitch
I'm braided with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday
Usain Bolt, crazy runnin' to the hundreds
I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred
Hood **** with the money and they lovin' it
She got comfortable, she call me by my government
Pull up in the Rolls with the white seats
And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief
[Verse 8]
Ha, la-la-la-la
Well, here we are
We're living proof
Ha, la-la-la-la
Well, here we are
We're living proof
[Verse 9]
And we survived the thunder
And escaped the hunger
And sometimes, I wonder how we got through
Who knows what they'll ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand to serve as living proof
Written by: Don Schipper, Emeli Sandé, Radric Davis