Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Kenneth Blume
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thierry Chaunay
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Whoa Kenny!)
[Verse 2]
Came to the top of the mountain like a lion
I'm tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it's that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain't pressin' rewind
Thank God for the way that I'm livin'
I never slipped off my pivot and I can tell you how I did it
[Verse 3]
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart
And I left as a pop star
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part
I left the game with permanent scars
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I left the game a permanent scar
Yeah, yeah
Money callin', everybody 'round me
Way up, Abu Dhabi, eatin' fish eyes
Takin' dabs at a seven star hotel
At the top of penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof
We go monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin' gettin' sucked up
By a three, nothin' less than two
They was all tens, nothin' they wouldn't do
For me, nor the whole crew
'Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent (Slime)
They don't respect your mind
When you born blood (Respect your mind)
Ridin' in a Benzo, with a Maybach on pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers
Hands on the trigger
[Verse 5]
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart
And I left as a pop star
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part
I left the game with permanent scars
[Verse 6]
Got a gangsta bitch and she so one hunnid
She don't even speak English
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
We don't speak the same language
Said, my bank account got a large amount
Two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don't do no cappin', my whole team havin'
I done figured out that's why they envy us
I'm on a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
We don't tote .380's, we glizzied up!
No matter where I'm at, I'm throwin' '60's' up
You can't do no track, 'cause you ain't real enough
I'm in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain't givin' up
For a couple racks, you gon' give it up
Yeah, aye
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt
Livin' life like a rockstar
[Verse 7]
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart
And I left as a pop star
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part
I left the game with permanent scars
[Verse 8]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can't knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the high lens
I get lost in my house, you can't find me
I'ma fuck her so good, now she can't find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
(I done mastered this shit so I'm used to this shit)
From a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
(Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah)
I'ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah
[Verse 9]
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart
And I left as a pop star
I came in with the dope boys
I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part
I left the game with permanent scars
Written by: Carl McCormick, Jeffrey Williams, Kenneth Blume III, Kenneth Charles Blume, Kentrell Gaulden, Tyquian Bowman