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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kosa
Kosa
Performer
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Thomas
Kevin Thomas
Composer
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Composer
Mathias Daniel Liyew
Mathias Daniel Liyew
Composer
Mimes Kvrgic
Mimes Kvrgic
Composer
Oswaldo Rangel
Oswaldo Rangel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ambreza
Ambreza
Producer
M6
M6
Producer
Marlon Thomas
Marlon Thomas
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Kevin McCloskey
Kevin McCloskey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
They used to sleep on me, thought a young **** was average (For real)
Still a slumdog, now I'm fuckin' bitches in a palace
We couldn't eat, dawg, but we still smiled through the sadness (Yeah)
Now it's bust downs you could surf, lookin' like Atlantis
[Chorus]
Turn my Levis into some Off-White (White)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (Buh, buh, buh)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (White)
Live by the street life, that's where we gon' die (Gon' die, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I got it turned up in my Off-White
I doubt these lil' **** gon' get them some money
I took the lil' Prada bag back from my bitch
And I gave her Celine with some hunnids
I gotta cut **** off that's too bad for me
Gotta be honest
In that trap with that off-white powder
That's Johnson & Johnson
Gang life, we ain't duckin' no peace sign
Gang, gang, we ain't duckin' no street life
We wasn't duckin' no **** as youngins
The only thing ducked was the street lights
I've been tryin' to hustle to eat right
Told them he a snake, he won't be right
No one foot out, gotta decide
That's just the life of street ties
You gotta decide
Before you take all of these drugs
You gotta eat right
Some **** I know don't support me
They callin' it dick ridin'
I don't get mad, I get high
Don't know about you, I'ma get mine
Got my money, then I
[Chorus]
Turn my Levis into some Off-White
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (White)
Live by the street life, that's where we gon' die (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
****, they mad at me
Been runnin' it up like a tri-athlete
Chasin' the bag of seed
Trappin' no limit, dawg, I'm Master P
Don't you embarrass me
Stay out the streets but we all have to eat (Have to)
**** ain't clap for me
Now they want clout, so they come after me
**** gon' clap for me
We steady mobbin', we causin' casualties
That's how it had to be
Don't wanna hear it, no more apologies
Imported from overseas
Straight to the bag, buyin' more property
There ain't no stoppin' me
I got a choppa and it gon' talk for me
[Outro]
Turn my Levis into some Off-White (Off-White)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (Bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white
Live by the street life, that's where we gon' die
(That's where we gon' die, ****)
Written by: Durk Banks, Kevin Thomas, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Mimes Kvrgic, Oswaldo Rangel, Thomas Kevin Richard
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