Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lavish the MDK
Vocals
Z3N
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Telvis Lawler Jr
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Juan Guerrieri-Maril
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z3N
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah gotta let 'em know I'm here
Gotta know my vision clear
I ain't waiting on no ****, they would've left me in the rear
Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear
I made a dub last year and blew that money on some gear, for real
You know we cut different, grew up runnin' round the ville
In love with that money, the money give me a thrill
In love with your honey, she comin' for me for real
Told her keep her mouth closed 'cause that's that shit that get you killed
Can't fall ****, I'ma dawg ****
Every time I get that chance you know I'ma ball ****
And if I can't get my dawg up then I'ma fall with 'em
You know it wouldn't even feel right if I ain't ball with 'em
Why these **** keep on bendin' and foldin'?
Every time a **** winnin' they holdin'
They don't wanna see me up
They just wanna see me stuck
I got endurance for the money I be runnin' that shit up, aye
All I ever did was show love, aye
Guess that shit there just wasn't enough, damn
Funny how these **** switchin' up, wait
I thought you was suppose to be my fam, damn
No and I wasn't surprised
But it's great now, I just see you can't be one of them guys
All I see is dollar signs when I close my eyes
Every **** claim they real but they just livin' a lie
[Verse 2]
Yeah, they don't wanna see me win
They wanna see me bend
They don't want me in that Benz, they want me walkin'
I gave them **** my all when I ain't have to
I swear I gotta take off ****, I'm past due
Lately I been really feelin' like I really deserve this
All the shit we been through, I just hope it was worth it
Fold up sticks, we don't come out at play time
The only time I get to see my son is on FaceTime
I been goin' through some shit lately
Wonderin' why these pussy **** hate me
When I'm the same **** from the block that tried to save 'em
We been runnin' since a jit, man, I damn near raised 'em
Thinkin' should we go and get them sticks and erase 'em
Watch my mans fold in the gym like some paper
I'm just tryna chase my dreams, get my weight up
We was broke, we couldn't sleep, we just stayed up
Runnin' from them laws on a daily basis
I just pray to God when I wake up I don't catch no cases
We got dirty K's on the block
They don't want a **** to pop
They ain't never gon' stop
I'ma keep gettin' this paper
Ain't gon' waiver
I love her but I won't save her
I be damned if I chase her
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Telvis Lawler Jr