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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leo Brooks
Bass
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Composer
C. Kenon
Composer
Rick Ross
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Calvo Da Gr8
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty-one out here
Mama's stressin', seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not askin' questions
She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket restin'
[Verse 2]
Weed so loud they got surround sound
Smoke the good shit 'cause they tryna
Take me back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly affair
If they start shootin' all they remember
Is Nas was there
[Verse 3]
Some homies of yours bangin'
Affiliation on they personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It's somethin' that you ain't have nothin' to do with
Your man confrontation end up gettin' you hit
[Verse 4]
Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters
Strippers, dealers, and killers, leeches and opportunists
Where I come from it's ruthless
Air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya
[Verse 5]
You wouldn't get that from me, yo
You'd overlook me
Lookin' like I just get to that money and stay in some pussy
Got a pretty real dope life
Fly **** from the other side
Hecklers, PKs, nines, and four-fives
[Verse 6]
Seven point six-twos, deer huntin' rifle shells
Life is hell
Pussy sweeter than wine tasting
But we won't self indict ourselves, be our own prosecutor
Won't twenty-five to life ourselves
We about that moolah, rich shooters
[Verse 7]
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
Trust
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
[Verse 8]
Calculatin', touchin' money, these **** masturbatin'
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated
Double M umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter
Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you
[Verse 9]
Cha-cha-cha-cha slide, catch me on that other side
Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide
Marc Jacob, chocolate diamonds, they for my white bitch
Atheist, but her pussy, it be so righteous
[Verse 10]
Follow the rules, never let a man take your jewels
And if he do, double back, make sure he make the news
It ain't arrest, they ain't a pussy till it's time to bust
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
[Verse 11]
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
Trust
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
[Verse 12]
Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back
Only one in the studio that could get a pack
Raw deal, rob a **** like it's for my appeal
Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel
[Verse 13]
Went to the line and got them bitches on the same day
Straight to the jeweler and did the watches the same way
Young Sav' on FaceTime, talkin' cake time
Next crib I build got to cross state lines
[Verse 14]
**** hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
And half the team got the choppers with the shoulder slings
It ain't arrest, stay in the trap till you a hunnid up
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
[Verse 15]
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
You gettin' money, got a body, then you one of us
Written by: Calvin Kenon, Nasir Jones, William Roberts