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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Vocals
Rvssian
Programming
Dolph
Programming
Ambezza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathias Liyew
Songwriter
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Rodolfo Argueta
Songwriter
Tarik Johnston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rvssian
Producer
Dolph
Producer
Ambezza
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Zach Schultze
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Ayy, Rvssian)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, talk to me nice or don't talk to me twice, I been in my bag
Paranoia, I got PTSD, .30 in my mag
I came from rags to riches, I ain't tryna go back to the rags
My new lil' bitch been trippin', I ain't really tryna be no dad
I thought you seen it in me, I'm a star
Won't switch the wrap, a **** switched the car
I left the Earth and ended up on Mars
That mean I'm sittin' next to the stars
I thought you seen it on me, I got scars
Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
But I still won't see no bars
I never knew tears was what it cost
[Verse 3]
I got a bad bitch but don't need her
I got a bad bitch but'll leave her
I hang with bakers like Anita
And I had some bad dreams 'bout the reaper
I just rock Off-White, not Adidas
I just might Off-White my tuxedo
These **** act, Danny DeVito
I know she a freak, bitch want to speedo, won't give her none
I'm tryna run up them dividends
She lost her mind if she think I'm gon' give her some
Say she a fish in the pond, I'm a bigger one
It don't take shit to go get a gun
I made it out, I was just with the little ones
How you an activist and you ain't did enough?
Pray to God 'bout my life then I live it up (Live it up, live it up)
[Verse 4]
Yeah, talk to me nice or don't talk to me twice, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Paranoia, I got PTSD, .30 in my mag (In my mag)
I came from rags to riches, I ain't tryna go back to the rags
My new lil' bitch been trippin', I ain't really tryna be no dad
I thought you seen it in me, I'm a star
Won't switch the wrap, a **** switched the car
I left the Earth and ended up on Mars
That mean I'm sittin' next to the stars
I thought you seen it on me, I got scars
Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
But I still won't see no bars
I never knew tears was what it cost
[Verse 5]
I hit it one time, uno, cut it
Switch bitches like switchin' whips, **** fuck it
See me with another bitch, I'm up to somethin'
See you with the opps, we catch you and get to dumpin'
He in the past, I put lil' bro and nem on his ass
Cartier thought this would be my last
Took a year, ran it up and I did it fast
I put the losses with the wins
Introduced bosses to my friends
Introduced friends to the bosses so we all could be bosses at the end
Took the bitch from a seven, turned her to a ten
Now the bitch want a Big Baby, no Glen
I knew the world was fucked up, I fucked a stripper bitch
Seen the condom pop and then she grinned, damn
[Verse 6]
Yeah, talk to me nice or don't talk to me twice, I been in my bag (I been in my bag)
Paranoia, I got PTSD, .30 in my mag
I came from rags to riches, I ain't tryna go back to the rags (Yeah)
My new lil' bitch been trippin', I ain't really tryna be no dad
I thought you seen it in me, I'm a star
Won't switch the wrap, a **** switched the car
I left the Earth and ended up on Mars
That mean I'm sittin' next to the stars
I thought you seen it on me, I got scars
Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
But I still won't see no bars
I never knew tears was what it cost
Written by: Mathias Liyew, Naujour Grainger, Nicolas Zita, Rodolfo Argueta, Tarik Johnston