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