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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Bishop
Bishop
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Corey Burroughs
Corey Burroughs
Songwriter
Avery Branch
Avery Branch
Songwriter
Bill Withers
Bill Withers
Songwriter
Thomas Bennett
Thomas Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dollarz
Dollarz
Producer
Sam Sneak
Sam Sneak
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
David Anthony Bermudez
David Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's such a cloudy day
Whoa, help me, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord, hold ya head, ****
Hold ya head, ****
Lord, Lord
Oh, Lord
[Verse 2]
What's a hunnid grand to a young ****?
My dog doin' twenty as a young ****
I'm prayin' for his son, he's a young ****
Strapped with my gun as a young ****
Hunnid round ****, hanging out a Chevrolet
Just young ****, tryna see my fuckin paper
My daddy caught a bus, never lookin' back
Got me standing in the rain, first fifty pack (Maybach Music)
It's never been the same, now I'm gettin' stacks
Tattooed names on a **** back
Rest in peace ****, to my lil' ****
Rest in peace, dyin' as a lil' **** (P-Nut)
Buried like a soldier, he's a true **** (P-Nut)
Throw the flag on his casket, he's a true **** (P-Nut)
You pussy **** talkin' like you knew ****
Young ****, ya'll some new ****
[Verse 3]
Candy paint fascinate a young ****
Gold watches fascinate a young ****
Fine bitches fascinate a young ****
They just wanna assassinate a young ****
They wanna give you five, wanna give you ten
Fifteen, send you back again
Gave my dog life, said he was a killer
Conspiracy for me 'cause I run with dealers
Gave a **** thirty, he converted muslim (Inshallah!)
Top down ****, got them bitches lookin (Inshallah!)
Real ****, G's on my belt buckle
Huggin' on my mama 'cause **** don't love ya
Cold pistol ****, cold bullets
Shout out to my dog, he gonna pull it
I put that on my soul, that's on everything
I put that on my soul, that's on everything
[Verse 4]
Candy pain't fascinate a young ****
T.V. fascinate a young ****
Yellow hoes fascinate a young ****
Hey, hey
[Verse 5]
I be cryin' in my car, ****
Nightmares of dying in my car, **** (I ain't lyin')
I just wanna stack my meatloaf
I just wanna keep my heat close
I heard a **** killed his self
I heard a **** killed his self
I'ma ride 'til it's all gone
I'ma ride 'til it's all gone
Rest in peace to the trill
Rest in peace to the real
Straight from me, a **** will
Then believe me, a **** will
[Verse 6]
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, I know you goin' through some things, ****
(I got chills goin up my arm)
[Verse 7]
My **** gone
[Verse 8]
Pussy ****, I'm independent
Pussy ****, I wan't every penny
Keep your Penny's, keep your Foams, ****
I'm tryna do my own, ****
Keep them pussy boys from around me **** (Oh Lord)
Keep all pussy boys from 'round me, **** (Please Jesus)
Keep all pussy boys from 'round me, **** (Please Jesus)
I'm scared these pussy boys surround me, ****
I'm so real, I'm so real
I'm so real, I'm so real
I feel alone, ****, all alone (That's all my life)
I feel alone, ****, all alone (That's all my life)
[Verse 9]
Candy paint fascinate a young **** (Young ****)
Gold watches fascinate a young **** ( I got 'em all)
Fine bitches fascinate a young **** ( I want 'em all)
They just wanna assassinate a young ****
[Verse 10]
What's a hunnid grand to a young ****?
My dog doin' twenty as a young ****
I'm prayin' for his son, he's a young ****
Strapped with my gun as a young ****
[Verse 11]
Candy paint fascinate a young ****
Gold watches fascinate a young ****
Fine bitches fascinate a young ****
They just wanna assassinate a young ****
Written by: Avery Branch, Bill Withers, Corey Burroughs, Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett, William Roberts
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