Top Songs By Culture Jam
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Culture Jam
Performer
Lil Uzi Vert
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Thomas
Composer
Symere Woods
Composer
Jordan Ortiz
Composer
Robert Elijah Fairfax III
Composer
Terrell Greenlee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oogie Mane
Producer
FAXONLY
Producer
Benjamin Thomas
Additional Producer
Donny Flores
Producer
Eesean Bolden
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm working on dying
Oogie Mane he killed it
Boy, don't make me do it, make me do it, make me do it
Boy, don't make me prove it, make me prove it, prove it, prove it
I don't gotta prove it, but I surely will go do it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear I be vibin', I be grooving to the music (I be vibin')
I swear that I can't lie, don't know what I'd do without my music
**** think I'm crazy, **** think that I be tweakin' (Let's go)
[Verse 2]
Everything you tryna show me, I already seen it (Seen it)
Everything you tryna show me, I already done (Done)
Put diamonds on my pinky and my index and my thumb (Thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
[Verse 3]
Save my soul before I let go (Save, aye)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (Let go)
I'm gon' take my shot and I'ma score before I let you
**** mad because my **** shooters and they chefs too
[Verse 4]
Ok, whip it, then they kill it, not specific
Throw his body in a ocean, ooh, that Pacific
I'm gon' kill it, I'm gon' make it to the top
If I fall down, climbin' right back up, 'cause I'm the one (Aye)
I got too much money on me, why wouldn't I just have my gun? (Gun)
I got too much money on me, why wouldn't I just have my guns? (Gun)
Oh bankroll, all night bankroll, all day bankroll, all bad babe
I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful (Yeah, let's go)
I got too much on my mental (Mental)
I got too many fallen angels (Angels)
Can't fall for the streets, I won't fall when I'm famous (Skrrt)
I won't eat 'less I feed my main chick (I won't eat)
When I can't breathe, I be on my same shit (When I can't breathe)
I drink lean and I go insane, bitch (I drank lean)
Oh you ain't bust yet, baby? I been came in it, I can't change in it
I love my ****, do you hear the pain in it?
Neck look like it got some rain in it
Double cup on me, so I had to dip my chain in it
[Verse 5]
Everything you tryna show me, I already seen it (Seen it)
Everything you tryna show me, I already done (Done)
Put diamonds on my pinky and my index and my thumb (Thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
[Verse 6]
Save my soul before I let go (Save, aye)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (Let go)
I'm gon' take my shot and I'ma score before I let you
**** mad because my **** shooters and they chefs too (Woah)
[Verse 7]
Lookin' at my pockets and my hunnids, they be peakin'
Tryna see what they gon' get spent on today
Probably a thot bitch or a brand new K
Or prolly for that Bentley that I got on the way
Or prolly for my family so that they all could be straight
Or prolly that bartender that be countin' her ones to Holly's
I remember she did hair, I met that girl at Sally's
I took that girl with big fears to the black college (College)
I remember, I ain't never ever go to college (College)
I remember, I ain't never wanna go to college (College)
Now I'm countin' up the money, but I'm duckin' squally
Bro 'nem, they tore 'em up that they can't show the body
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, I feel it
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, I feel it (I feel it)
I can't get caught slippin' (Slippin')
I pulled off like it's a Trans-Am
[Verse 8]
Everything you tryna show me, I already seen it (Seen it)
Everything you tryna show me, I already done (Done)
Put diamonds on my pinky and my index and my thumb (Thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
[Verse 9]
Save my soul before I let go (Save, aye)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (Let go)
I'm gon' take my shot and I'ma score before I let you
**** mad because my **** shooters and they chefs too
Written by: Benjamin Thomas, Clifford Elias, Donny Flores, Eesean Bolden, Jordan Ortiz, Robert Elijah Fairfax III, Symere Woods, Terrell Greenlee