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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
David Gates
David Gates
Songwriter
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter
Justin Miles Johnson
Justin Miles Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Derek Ali
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Hit-Boy, Hit-Boy, Hit-Boy)
[Verse 2]
Okay, I seen a lot
Runnin' in and out of granny house
Uncle bummin' on the couch, first time I seen a rock
Headed right there in the chair, watchin' WWF
First time he seen The Rock, had my grandma pissed
Went to school all white, K-Swiss, told 'em change that shit
Put it on Rap City Basement, jammin' Styles P and Jadakiss
[Verse 3]
First time I seen The Lox
Started gettin' high, homicides, drive-by
XD's, lemon squeeze, red beams and Glocks
Seen a **** die, shot him right in the eye
Put a **** in the sky, made his breathin' stop
Spin the block for the chop, ain't even stop
Can't ring your shots
That's the very first day that I ever seen me a opp
[Verse 4]
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud
No love, to me that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had none, tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you, but to me, that means a lot
[Verse 5]
Okay, like cash rule everything around me
Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see
Go to school, get degrees and make the league
But the dream not for me, so it's make believe
It's all in your head like Maybelline
You know a lotta **** dead, yellow tape the scene
They'll tell you it's a figment, due to the color of your pigment
[Verse 6]
Droppin' off loads on the road to the riches
On the way to make it out the trenches
Fuck a red shirt, I'm in a courtroom sittin' on benches
Prayin' for a deal, meanwhile drug dealin'
Judge got a grudge, set your bond at a million
Can't snitch, can't switch, nah, ****, no squealin'
[Verse 7]
Grown man business, you gotta be kiddin'
You was just shooting Glocks at the opps
Went to court, and you turned to the cops
Southwest murder block
I done seen 'em a lot in these Alief streets
Big Crippin' with the with the Locs, Trigger Maxo C
Pop trunk with the punk, get to dumpin'
Nickname Punken, but ain't no punk in me
[Verse 8]
Got the infrared beam on the Glock
Hittin' licks, servin' fiends on the block
Done things to my opps
Murder scene had releasing the cops
Hidin' rocks, put the cheese in my socks
[Verse 9]
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud
No love, to me that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had none, tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you, but to me, that means a lot
[Verse 10]
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud
No love, to me that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had none, tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you, but to me, that means a lot
Written by: Chauncey Hollis, David Gates, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah, Justin Johnson
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