Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Demetrius Stewart
Demetrius Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawty Redd
Shawty Redd
Producer
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
Recording Engineer
Wesley Copeland
Wesley Copeland
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
[Verse 2]
Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street (****)
Every time you see me out, I'm a real street (****)
I hope you got yours, I keep mine
In the club, blowing (****), throwing gang signs
And you already know, dawg
745s, back to back, me and O Dog
These other (****) is jokers
What they re-in' up with, I spent it all at Strokers
In one night, eight (****), ten bottles of Cris'
Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist
Keep bread, so we carry them toasters
But keep back though, my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I know when I'm the topic of your conversation
The jack boys say they gon' rob
But on the real, (****), y'all don't want these problems
[Verse 3]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
[Verse 4]
Black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap
(****) eleven make me walk with a crazy dap
Y'all say we country (****), yee-haw
The money coming back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, (****) of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care 'bout (****)
It's ludicrous how they ride, I-20 with them (****)
I spit it for y'all
On the real, my (****), I spit it for y'all
Hey, who gives a (****) about friends?
If you mix the baking soda with it, you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's
And it's not about the flip, man
Want the real bread, dawg, it's all about your whip game
[Verse 5]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
[Verse 6]
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I seen
I can get a hundred thou' in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
When you're from where I'm from, you gotta get it how you live
Written by: D. Stewart, Jay Jenkins
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