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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
Vocals
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
De'Juane Dunwood
Songwriter
Luis Witkiewitz
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Kid
Producer
Wizzle
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye man, fuck all dat shit, man, it is what it is, man
From now on I look my demons in the face, ****, the G way (Kid)
Aye, big bruh, tell these **** it's whatever with me (Started)
Tell my pops I said what's happening
Yeah, **** ain't fucking with me, ****
Ain't nothing you can do with me, ****
I'm already broken in half, ****, I'm already empty, ****
At the same time I'm still full of love, ****, my heart is still pure
I can't even explain this shit, ****
It's Kirk, long live G
[Verse 2]
Let's go
[Verse 3]
Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure ****
Ahh, got a cramp in my back
I was carrying ungrateful bitches and ****
I got it though, cut the light on and I see
A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this
[Verse 4]
Fuck it, I'm in my feelings
I wanna kill something too, G (Oh, yeah)
Had to call my Dominican boo thing
She caught me down, I'm on FaceTime with movie
Sought me down on that page, **** goofy
Knock 'em down, pay for brains like I'm Boosie
Hate that I gave 'em time that I could of gave my brother
A shame how they turn 'round and do me (Do me)
It's a shame how they turn 'round and flip
A shame how this money gon' turn into murder
A shame how they run down and spent them
Couple more on my list and we still got a burner
A shame how I still ain't forget
[Verse 5]
The nerve of you ungrateful motherfuckers
To act like I ain't the trillest
And to do me like that
But you gon' feel it
[Verse 6]
Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure ****
Ahh, got a cramp in my back
I was carrying ungrateful bitches and ****
I got it though, cut the light on and I see
A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this
[Verse 7]
Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure ****
Ahh, got a cramp in my back
I was carrying ungrateful bitches and ****
I got it though, cut the light on and I see
A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this
[Verse 8]
I was carrying ungrateful **** and bitches (I was carrying)
Heard you be telling **** I got up and left you in the trenches (What, what?)
And it's crazy now, **** I put in once a time on my hit list (Brrt)
I done got so fucking rich it be damaging my friendships (Whoa-ooh)
Most of these **** ungrateful, you get some money, they hate you (****, they hate you)
I tried to put you on money, but you let this money shit make you (You let it make you)
You ain't never give a **** twenty thou' while he broke
Never hear him say, "Thank you" (You ain't never...)
That's why I be on angles
You **** getting handouts at the goal line, fumbling and still tryna blame me
[Verse 9]
Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure ****
Ahh, got a cramp in my back
I was carrying ungrateful bitches and ****
I got it though, cut the light on and I see
A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this
Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, De'Juane Dunwood, Luis Witkiewitz