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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher N'quay Rosser
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Producer
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom?
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in (Blend)
Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN
Fear of God pants, I don't fear men
Pull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawg
Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back
I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked
Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts
[Chorus]
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
[Verse 2]
I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this
Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses
Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets for curtains
Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you
I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em
Beefin' with my partners, do a **** like I never knew him
Fucked around and seen her with a ****, I woulda never knew it
Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah
[Verse 3]
Beefin' with myself
Keep pourin' that syrup up, knowin' it don't help (No)
It's like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care
They in it for self (Yeah), I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin')
I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em)
Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down
It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down
[Chorus]
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
[Verse 4]
I gotta stay solid
I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist
I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish (No childish)
I've been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?)
Sippin' on this red, I wish bro was with me now (Now)
It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down
Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you
I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them
[Verse 5]
These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men
I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards
Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard
I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
I done really beat the odds
[Chorus]
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
[Outro]
I got it the worstest
Written by: Chris Rosser, Dominique' Jones