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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
Southside
Programming
Jake One
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Drew Drucker
Engineer
Jamie Peters
Engineer
Tyler Unland
Engineer
Jake One
Producer
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I put my heart in my lyrics
I gave it all I could give
I made it hot at the crib
I kept that fire at the crib
Where you gon' go when you dip?
How I'ma know who for real?
I pour a four in a fifth
You already know what it is
I keep a pole in the whip
'Cause a lot of these **** out here envy me
It ain't no ho in the clique
None of my dawgs got fuckboy tendencies
I don't need to show no sympathy
Sippin' on Hennessy got me bendin' sideways
Everything on me drippin', you **** can't ride the wave
**** run around with the juice, ****, come spill your drink
I done earned my stripes, now I'm tryna go get me some real rank
[Chorus]
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz
It's like you got to sell your soul for them to pay attention
Fuck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome and show them **** I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be calling my spirits
[Verse 2]
I put my Hublot on rocks
I put Moscato on rocks
Where I'm from, we don't say 'opp'
Shoot at a OV, shoot at a cop
Shoot at the police, shoot at your top
I made a million off socks
Free all my **** who stuck in the box
Locked up and watching the clock
Locked up, they fighting with locks
Locked up, they swinging they knifes
I can't be living this life
No more Bacardi, alright
I don't want 'Cardi, so I'ma pour Henny on ice
My vision is vivid, told you I'm really a menace
I'll show you I'm destined to get it
I be outside with the glizzy
Totin' that fire, I be trippin'
I just might die how I'm livin'
Ain't take no bath, but I'm drippin'
**** ain't catchin' me slippin', aye, yeah
I make you laugh when you with me
Know that my swag look terrific, glee! Glee!
Ain't seen my dad in a minute
But I can't be mad, I got millions
I just pulled up in a lemon
Thuggin', so fuck your opinion
I'm thuggin', so fuck how you feelin'
I'm calling my spirit
[Chorus]
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz
It's like you got to sell your soul for them to pay attention
Fuck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome and show them **** I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be calling my spirits
Written by: Jake One, Kodak Black, Southside