Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markus Jay Henderson
Songwriter
Lyrics
My feature price hit 10 racks racks
10 **** got 10 gats
We don't fuck around with no fuck arounds
Imperial where I been at
Schoolboy in my tape deck
I need cash homie don't take cheques
Hit the arco for the latex
If I hit you girl I want safe sex
**** acting like I can't flex
Naw I'm really just a cold ****
Getting old ****
Need a rolls ****
Them my goals ****
Fucc the hoes ****
I don't do this shit for attention
I don't do this shit to be seen
I'm just trynna break on that scene
Real **** know what I mean
Aye
Sliding round with my top down
In my city looking stars
These **** know who we are
I ain't hiding none of these scars
No window tint on these cars
That's motivation for mines
Like homie stay on yo grind
And one day too you gone shine
Left hand is still on my nine
Cause **** acting too envy
Wanna fuck around, when I come in town
In my city trynna befriend me
But luckily I ain't friendly
Every day I watch my back
So fuck you and yo thoughts cause it ain't going down like that.
If I told these **** one time
Then I I told these **** one million
I ain't stopping 'til one billion
Yeah you know who all up in the building
It's the the other side
From the other side
**** down to ride and be different
Don't make a **** be ignorant
We just up and chasing these visions
Gotta hold it down for my siblings
So this music gotta pay me tho
That's crazy tho
I gotta crazy flow
I'm be the one
And I'm the baby tho
Got some family that be acting shady tho
But I can't pay it no mind
Cause I swear the day that I sign
Gone be the same day I go blind
Look
I can't fuck with no new friends
All I need is my day ones
From the same slums
Yea the same tons
With same guns
Have the same fun
Ain't gotta ask where I came from
It's all over my tracks
And tho I put the shit on my back
I'm put it all on the map
I know the whole hood is gone clap
When they see me all on the tv
Ain't nobody gave me no freebies
This whole shit was not easy
And they all see it completely
A **** stay on his grind
I'm just riding round, sipping on some crown
Got trill shit on my mind
Written by: Markus Jay Henderson
