Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Vocals
Tay Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Royce Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Don Cannon
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I done been a foot soldier, general, and a businessman
Show you how to make a hunnid G's being a middle man
On the corner, street **** who rap 'bout what he really did
**** talk but never slid, can't catch him, we get his friend
**** wake up smoking, fuck they bitch and play the internet
Telling y'all a different story, we know what it really is
Shame these **** lame, live with they bitch and don't take care of they kids
Hating don't even faze me, I was trapping, getting shit you seeing
I just got the low from your lil' ho, I'm finna send them in
My lil' **** Navy SEALs, I ain't need no label deal
I ain't make no money off my music, I got paper still
Why I can't quit taking pills? Ease your mind, we make them kills
Opp **** hear my voice and heard that noise, I know it gave them chills
Just a coach, you play the field, I motivate, you just agreeing
[Chorus]
Don't throw it up if you don't bang for it
Gang culture, started with my Bloods and take the blame for it, uh
Blood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it
Cold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm paying for it
Ask bae, see if I love you, you can know whatever
I sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever
I passed that load out to my ****, we gon' ball forever
I made a promise not to play if we couldn't ball together
[Verse 2]
If I quit rappin', I still got a whole house I can serve out
I'm the team captain, spinning for it, however it turn out
Waterboys hit all of y'all whores, sweating this Perc out
I was really tryna get to know her first, but it ain't work out
Riding filthy with a clean blower, send you to the Lord
Devil calling, I don't hit ignore, I'm like, "What you doing, tryna score?"
Just make sure you sure that you wanna do it
Only one of us gon' make it out alive to tell the story
If we let you over here with us, then you can't never switch sides
Fat boy hit a drift, slide out the window, letting that stick ride
I'ma give 'em all blues to you like we got Crip ties
He knew he was wrong, when I caught on, he tried to dick ride
.40 on the opp, we call him Shaun King, uh
Feds pick up my folder, I ain't folding, ****, free Lil' Wem
Rappers can't compare theyself to me if they ain't sold a brick
I hung out windows, comfy with that stick, it got a shoulder grip
[Chorus]
Don't throw it up if you don't bang for it
Gang culture started with my Bloods and take the blame for it, uh
Blood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it
Cold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm paying for it
Ain't no question, if I love you, you can know whatever
I sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever
I passed that load out to my ****, we gon' ball forever
I made a promise not to play if we couldn't ball together
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, George Stone, George Stone III, Royce Monroe Coffin