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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Bill Jabr
Bill Jabr
Mastering Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Assistant Mastering Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?)
[Verse 2]
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch (Yeah)
With a couple thou
Now look at me now
We don't even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like a fill out form (Yeah)
Know I'll just be fine
Pray to God he takes his time
But name a **** who be on time
[Verse 3]
You a fan so you fantasize
Juwanna man y'all **** be lyin'
Hood legend my city be whylin'
I'm in the trenches, I'm on the benches
With the family its extended
New York yankees how I fitted
Like nav, it's been a minute
They get mad, but I didn't
You know I'm up no snooze
Ice on me like hockey dudes
Watch 12 yeah we watch news
Make hits and combo I got moves
Can't swim but she gon' pool
Chain to cold I keep my cool
Money talk it be so rude
Fresh to death like beetlejuice
Stack it up I want my check
Will Smith yeah you know I'm fresh
It's a stake for the cheese like Philly
Moncler on when I feel chilly
Oh man, damn my pockets swollen (Yeah)
Oh man, my pockets full of blue old mans (Yeah)
She want to order take out but I still go in
Fuckin' on baby girl, she leave her old man
I do not live by the water, but girl is a ocean
We do not play no football
What is the motion
**** mad we rich as fuck
You mad at yo own skill (Hey)
Matilda how I move the dough
Yeah with no hands
Yeah I jumped off the porch
I didn't want to hold hands (Yeah)
Growin' up in the hood as a kid
You become a grown man
[Verse 4]
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch (Yeah)
With a couple thou
Now look at me now
We don't even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like a fill out form (Yeah)
Know I'll just be fine
Pray to God he takes his time
But name a **** who be on time
[Verse 5]
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch (Yeah)
With a couple thou
Now look at me now
We don't even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like a fill out form (Yeah)
Know I'll just be fine
Pray to God he takes his time
But name a **** who be on time
[Verse 6]
(Yeah)
I'm on the block yeah with the runtz
We got opps so I stunt
See us ball like I dunk
I go hard, we go up
**** mad, 'cause they suck
I'm in the crib with my bitch roll up
Murakami pillows when we lay up
[Verse 7]
Boy you fake, you're David Blaine
Remember I use to take the train
You scared to get off at my stop
Boy you scared to meet the gang
I'm in the hood I don't tuck my chain
Ask Siri yeah, what's my name
(Yo Pi'erre you wana come out here?)
It was hard man
I got all these scars I could show
If you saw me, you would understand why we hope
They had no faith I remember when we was broke
These hoes rotate, I learned I can't save none of these hoes
They had the trap beatin'
Wonderin' why it's Js at the door
I was uncomfortable, it's so many roaches on the floor
My grandma across the street
She don't want us stayin' over no more
I had to get on my feet
I didn't want to stay in the hood no more
[Verse 8]
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch (Yeah)
With a couple thou
Now look at me now
We don't even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like fill out form (Yeah)
Know I'll just be fine
Pray to God he takes his time
But name a **** who be on time
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch (Yeah)
With a couple thou
Now look at me now
We don't even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like fill out form (Yeah)
Know I'll just be fine
Pray to God he takes his time
But name a **** who be on time
[Verse 9]
It don't matter
Them will shoot you down (Oh gosh)
If your hands up or down
It don't matter, they don't give a damn
Written by: Timothy Jordan Jenks
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