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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rae Rae
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raezion Boyd
Composer
Stanley Atwater
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rae Rae
Producer
Raezion Boyd
Producer
Amir Harper
Mixing Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm up all 24 tryna get it, I ain't get no sleep
I been tryna balance this rap shit, I'm still in the streets
Ain't got no love for no fuck ****, leave him in the street
And I ain't satisfied till my opps dead, I want them all deceased
I call my opp baby mama here, she gargle me
I just blew 12k in Sacks, yeah, fuck it up, get it right back
Bet' not think about attacking, yeah, reach for this shit, get wet
I ain't gon' tell you no lies, yeah, I'ma just tell you facts
[Verse 2]
Whoever thought that you would trade on me
Heart cold, if I go out got my flame on me
Kept a buck with ****, they still changed on me
I don't talking strip clubs, they watch, they plan on me
**** showing fake love
Unconditional love is all I need
Unconditional love is what my **** got for me
Rat or snitch, won't say a word
I ain't gotta pay them, they gon' bust your ass for free
[Verse 3]
Okay, pull up on a curb body, tryna see what you heard about it
I won't say a word about it, Omertá the code
How the fuck you stretching that gangster shit, but telling on your bros?
Jump off the porch, I ain't never had a job, I got it on my own
[Verse 4]
I'm up all 24 tryna get it, I ain't get no sleep
I been tryna balance this rap shit, I'm still in the streets
Ain't got no love for no fuck ****, leave him in the street
And I ain't satisfied till my opps dead, I want them all deceased
I call my opp baby mama here, she gargle me
I just blew 12k in Sacks, yeah, fuck it up, get it right back
Bet' not think about attacking, yeah, reach for this shit, get wet
I ain't gon' tell you no lies, yeah, I'ma just tell you facts
[Verse 5]
Tell me how to feel
How the fuck is you gon' tell me how to feel?
Can't tell me how to feel if you can't bring my dog back
I miss counting calls, I wish that I could go and get them calls back
'Cause I never know if my **** gon' make it home or not
Stunt on 'em like a man, like a soldier
Fuck 'em, if they try you, run 'em over
Drive the new coupe like I been tryna bust the motor
Won't smile in their face, I'm tryna figure out they motive
What's your purpose being round me?
[Verse 6]
I'm up all 24 tryna get it, I ain't get no sleep
I been tryna balance this rap shit, I'm still in the streets
Ain't got no love for no fuck ****, leave him in the street
And I ain't satisfied till my opps dead, I want them all deceased
I call my opp baby momma here, she gargle me
I just blew 12k in Sacks, yeah, fuck it up, get it right back
Bet' not think about attacking, yeah, reach for this shit, get wet
I ain't gon' tell you no lies, yeah, I'ma just tell you facts
Written by: Raezion Boyd, Stanley Atwater