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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
CashMoneyAp
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Kevin Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel
Stayed loyal to these ****, looked around and they ain't here
Cut yourself out the circle, ****, tell me how it feel
I got it out the mud, ****, that's just how I feel
You wasn't with a **** when I was down for real
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn't down for real
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real
A lot of these **** ain't down for real
[Verse 2]
Would you put down on my books if I was trapped behind that wall?
Just get trapped up in a jam, see how many **** call
That's why I don't fuck with ****, only bad bitches
Where was you at, ****, when I was doin' bad, ****?
Now these **** flood around 'cause I got diamonds on my neck
Only fuck with loyal ****, told my dog to cut the check
I cut that bitch if she ain't comin' correct
'Cause I got too many bitches to even stress
Tell my dog to get that TEC, like Ron Artest
These **** trappin', then they ball for like half of the game
Made a profit with his dog, then spent half on a chain
I wonder why these groupies ain't call when I ain't have no name
[Verse 3]
I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel
Stayed loyal to these ****, looked around and they ain't here
Cut yourself out the circle, ****, tell me how it feel
I got it out the mud, ****, that's just how I feel
You wasn't with a **** when I was down for real
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn't down for real
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real
A lot of these **** ain't down for real
[Verse 4]
My **** just caught a fifteen off the robbery
I ain't tryna do that
My old bitch done got my new number, keep callin' me
Text her back like, Who that?
And my trap at the house, I gotta run up the cheese
I don't fuck with the rats
Gave handouts to these **** and I got struck in the back
And my ****, we ain't cut from the same cloth
I'm in the streets for real
****, I was trapped inside my problems, sippin' that lean, for real
Young **** touched 'bout thirty-thousand
I ain't even seen a deal
Tryna get a three-piece out the trap for my team, for real
[Verse 5]
A lot of these **** say they down for real
But when he got up under pressure, he just fold
The pressure made me a diamond, I stood ten toes
I ain't have to sell my soul to sit in this gold
[Verse 6]
I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel
Stayed loyal to these ****, looked around and they ain't here
Cut yourself out the circle, ****, tell me how it feel
I got it out the mud, ****, that's just how I feel
You wasn't with a **** when I was down for real
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn't down for real
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real
A lot of these **** ain't down for real
[Verse 7]
These **** ain't down for real
And that's just how I feel
Yeah, yeah, yeah, word
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Alex Petit, Rodrick Moore