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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
Blxst
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Matthew Burdette
Songwriter
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Songwriter
Jaucquez Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tomcat
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Cheeze Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash and the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have no lights
Tryna be a star, I had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (shee)
Don't cry, wipe your eye, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive (Maybach Music)
War stories, my mama made it through the Holocaust
Candle burnin', the people came, they cut the power off
Full of hatred, then come the questions, is the family Satan?
Everybody gotta show they hands, trust me, be patient
Negativity grow like weeds in the flowerbed
Seen Gs turn into fiends, get a thousand years
Amphetamines, the meth told on a nigga steps
Everybody turnin' state, be careful what you rep
Gang signs, then boom, step on a landmine
Disintegrated, was there for your baby man time
I'm tryna show you niggas how this goes
Half of these niggas hoes, puttin' hits on all my foes
Fuckin' bitches on Okeechobee 'cause I'm ridin' full
Makazole ain't comin' home 'cause you niggas told
I'm still a ruby boy, movin' unruly, boy
Sellin' records, but my life a fuckin' movie, boy
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash and the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have no lights
Tryna be a star, I had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (shee)
Don't cry, wipe your eye, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive
Your co-defendant testified and was so passionate
Shedded a tear when I found out you got a lighter sentence, woah
Keep it real, I'm reppin' Black Bo (Maybach Music)
Cuban links, Dominicans, still touchin' cash flow
Where my money? I fuck around and have you wet on Monday
Met in London, need a visa, reason I'm steppin' on it
Weapons drawn, you better chill, nigga, this double R
Rolls-Royce, rollin' riders, baby, we come so far
West coast, I bless you niggas with another flow
Dr. Dre prescription, time for another episode
Two-seaters, peaches with me, she in some new sneakers
Gucci this, Gucci that, in the Hills gettin' weeded
Fentanyl by the jar and I think I really need it, damn
I think I really need it
I'm feelin' like a prince still in the elevator
Never leavin' footprints, baby, 'cause I'm levitatin'
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash and the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have no lights
Tryna be a star, I had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (shee)
Don't cry, wipe your eye, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Darryl Patric Mccorkell, Matthew Dean Burdette
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