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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Chase Davis
Chase Davis
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Davis
Chase Davis
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Davis
Chase Davis
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now we really rich
Before rich, we was with the shits
With four clips, we could never miss
I spent years in the whip with Chris
I drop tears when I reminisce
But I ain't doughboy
I rap gangster like I'm O'Shea
40 K a show, shit been kind of slow, yet I'm still okay
Crib more lavish, why I never send my lawyer away
Live like I got platinum plaques and I ain't wear my gold today
Throw 'em a glizzy in his name, but I still got a throwaway
Remember I was frustrated, rain, rain, go away
Now I want a hunnid
'Cause a million ain't no dough today
Wake up in LA, I'm like, now how my day gonna go today?
[Verse 2]
Thinkin' about Yosohn
He made my angry days go away
Profit to his savings
I just gave a whole show away
Soon as you don't have nowhere to go
God gon' show a way
Just show some faith
Take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray
It's no coincidence, I'm from the land of the dead
Blood on the pavement
Hands on your head
Some of us won't make it out
That's what my mommy said
Nobody saw shots, the block watched his body bled
[Verse 3]
Mama still cryin' on the scene
She can't even leave
Whole hood immune to murder
We can't even grieve
And nobody else cryin' 'cause this the life of a heathen
But his little brother, now, he got a trick up his sleeve
He got a grip on that bitch
He been to ran up on a ****
Got a chip on his shoulder
He ready to stand over a ****
If your bro die in them streets
Is you gonna give him pity?
Or you gon' make the hood red
You gon' paint the city?
[Verse 4]
I'm ready to slide all night
I hope you still with me
We willin' to get through situations when it get real sticky
I'm ready to make his mama cry
She gon' have to feel with me
I'm ready to catch his brother lackin'
We gotta kill Ricky
[Verse 5]
I'm just a product of some shit
If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that bitch
Kids growin' up like this
They don't think it's a problem with that shit
All they know where I'm from
****, if you starvin', hit a lick
The right robbery get you rich
Well, we was hustlin' on my strip
Ain't had no big homies give us nothing, ain't have shit
Inherited wars, ain't know how to survive, but we did it
I can tell you stories from the start to the finish
Super savage, we was livin', ****
Written by: Chase Davis, Herbert R Wright, Stanley Clarke
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