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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Southside
Southside
Programming
Jake One
Jake One
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Drew Drucker
Drew Drucker
Engineer
Jamie Peters
Jamie Peters
Engineer
Tyler Unland
Tyler Unland
Engineer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
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
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