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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer
Chip Cannon
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you"
I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you
I ain't got nothin' against you, we human, we all got issues
But I'm tired of bein' tired, of bein' tired
That part of me done died
I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind
I'm confident it won't be one of mine
I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
Ain't got no sympathy for no bitch
I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit
Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred an occasion
Bro, I had really fucked the game up, we made **** shut they trap down
They see how I made it, I'm the reason they wanna rap now
See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me
The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis
The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it crackin'
Some of this still would happen if I never started rappin'
[Verse 2]
My people, them steady trappin' and they still be gettin' active
I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's
Paid cash and didn't even post the crib
I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how it 'posed to feel
My niece just asked me, were my diamonds real? I said, "Of course"
I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force it
All around the world, they know it's me, they hear my voice
And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah
[Chorus]
Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' in other countries)
Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
Ridin' in a foreign, chiefin' on the forest
I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said, "I'm sorry"
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
[Verse 3]
All this revenue comin' in
I'll probably never spend
I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz
I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in
I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to?
I can't move around without tools, these **** loose screws
I can see me takin' the lead over the new school
They remember me from sellin' weed at my old school
Only hit it once and now it's old news
[Verse 4]
Blew up, who the fuck would knew?
Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue
If I get one, you get one, too, I really move how bosses move
I never call myself a G.O.A.T, I leave that up to the people
Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people
I'ma be forever schemin', woke up, I thought I was dreamin'
Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy
Some shit that I feel for
I been goin' crazy with the scorin', call me baby Harden
They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waitin' for it
[Chorus]
Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' in other countries)
Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
Ridin' in a foreign, chiefin' on the forest
I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said, "I'm sorry"
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
[Chorus]
Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' in other countries)
Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
Ridin' in a foreign, chiefin' on the forest
I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said, "I'm sorry"
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
Written by: Deundraeus Portis, Dominique' Jones
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