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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Megan Ryte
DJ Megan Ryte
Performer
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Navi
Navi
Producer
Matt Bracco
Matt Bracco
Mixing Engineer
Nate"NV" Eaton
Nate"NV" Eaton
Mixing Engineer
Megan Bowie
Megan Bowie
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (yeah) Uh the same bitch (the same bitch) Remember right remember where it all started Lets get it off (love) I remember where it all started Had the AR with the long cartridge I still eat the lamb over rice I became the man overnight (No cap) Police pulled my Lam over twice They see it's me they tell me, "You the man, sir. Goodnight" (Goodnight, sir) Put on for my city where the love at Show these niggas love won't get no love back Put niggas in position helped them get they buzz back (I did) I was just in Cali sent a dub pack (I sent a dub nigga) Got in this rap shit I brought the love back I mean you niggas oughtta love that (You gotta love it) Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo grrr Doo-doo-doo-doo You gotta love it (You gotta love it) Grrrrrrr Look, forty pointers, those the big stones (You see it bitch!) We been gettin money my name been known (Hah!) Home with the goons we break in homes We the type to cut off fingers and break shin bones (Hahaha) Dior Jordan 1 like I'm Kim Jones (Cap) Still hit a nigga body with mac 10 chrome (Brrr!) Even though I got this Burberry trench on (Ah-ha) I come from the trenches, most my friends gone (Facts) Somebody getting shot tonight I feel it in the air (I feel it) Its like my city covered with that feeling of despair (Tss) Nobody feel like they gon make it, they don't really care I was just on Daringer couch now I'm a millionaire I hope you use my life to be inspired by I almost gave up too, I put my pride aside Niggas shot me I bounced back, I ain't die Put my city on the map and I brought that feeling back You gotta love it I-I-Immaculate rhyme immaculate rhyme (Megan Ryte) I-I-Immaculate rhyme I was in my cell I clicked my heels three times (you gotta love it) Ay yo so watch Watching watching drrrrrrr (the door) Watching the world from up top, snakeskin binoculars Uh yeah Look what I became nigga God don't make mistake One thing about it not everybody gon keep it as real as you gon keep it, nigga You out yo mutherfuckin mind if you expect that I was just telling my peoples when I die it's prolly gonna be by one of my so called homeboys You know dududud Even if they ain't the trigger man they prolly put the bag up uhhh She was like, "don't say shit like that, don't say that" tsss I'm just being real, my nigga uhh
Writer(s): Demond Price, Megan Ryte, Alvin Worthy, Megan Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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