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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Programming
ELHAE
ELHAE
Sampled Artist
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Programming
Thorstein Borja
Thorstein Borja
Programming
Xavier Omär
Xavier Omär
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thorstein Borja
Thorstein Borja
Songwriter
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
Sarah J.
Sarah J.
Songwriter
Barrington Wright
Barrington Wright
Songwriter
Francis Esteban
Francis Esteban
Songwriter
Xavier Omär
Xavier Omär
Songwriter
Jamaal Jones
Jamaal Jones
Songwriter
Torrence Fuller
Torrence Fuller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Producer
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Thorstein Borja
Thorstein Borja
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Shit, felt this shit in my soul, ****, like
Got me feelin' this shit
Time for **** to start payin' me
[Chorus]
No license, top down, you still pushin'
Fuck a ****, we slide the block, they still pussy
12 watchin', but you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
These **** can't feel my pain in it, aye
And all this shit it took a **** just to get here
**** try me, I let it bang on him
We came from nothin', never thought that we would get here
And my circle is full of made ****
You don't bring bread to the table, then you can't sit here
I know these **** don't feel my pain, ****, nah, nah
But I promise I'm 'bout to have it rockin' this year, uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Talkin' packs in diesel, sellin' that liquid by the liter
I ain't go to school today, my ****, I got holes in my Adidas
I got stains on most my t-shirts and these ****, they used to laugh
But they can't laugh now that that flow come out them speakers, ****, nah
And they thought they caught me slippin', but I turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on 'em, shit just sound insane, don't it?
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweler go insane on it
Shooters that'll kill you for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on it, you can't feel they pain on it
Snatch a **** soul and his chain in the same moment
My baby cryin' tears and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner, if I die, I'll be a stain on it
Know I'm from that block, I swing an Ox, I do my thang on it
Life is not a game, so I ain't got no time to play opponents
Life is not a game, so I just hit the block and spray opponents
In the pockets, layin' on 'em, in the drop, I'm waitin' on 'em
Sellin' soda, mama worried, I pay dues, baby
Hug the corner, mama worried I make the news, baby
Back then, did it all for a pair of shoes, baby
Lookin' back at it, I couldn't understand my views, baby
On the come-up, and I want ice and flashy rings, ****
Everything we never had as kids drove us insane, ****
You had it, we had it, but it wasn't the same, ****
Now imagine **** havin' fame, ****
We was on the train, ****, bust down the chain, ****
Bust down the jewels like we bust down the thing, ****
Got rid of some ****, they mood, I couldn't hang with 'em
Smile in my face, but them **** was hidin' hate in 'em, oh, no
[Bridge]
Yeah, we was born champions and we was turned soldiers
Somewhere encaged in the concrete jungle, we all lost touch
Head to the sky, back to the wall
Young and not fully prepared to understand the facts of it all
With starvation in our stomachs and concentration in our eyes
You see **** deprived of a life we thought was perfect
So what that mean is every scheme, hustle, and jugg
Is worth it until we murdered, ****
[Chorus]
No license, top down, you still pushin'
Fuck a ****, we slide the block, they still pussy
12 watchin', but you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
These **** can't feel my pain in it, aye
And all this shit it took a **** just to get here
**** try me, I let it bang on him
We came from nothin', never thought that we would get here
And my circle is full of made ****
You don't bring bread to the table, then you can't sit here
I know these **** don't feel my pain, ****, nah, nah
But I promise I'm 'bout to have it rockin' this year, uh-huh
Written by: Barrington Wright, Cassius Jay, Daniel Gonzalez, Daystar Peterson, Francis Esteban, Jamaal Jones, Joshua Cross, Sarah J., Sarah Johnson, Thorstein Borja, Xavier Omär
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