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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Ant Clemons
Ant Clemons
Vocals
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Songwriter
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Daniel Hackett
Daniel Hackett
Songwriter
Raymond Komba
Raymond Komba
Songwriter
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Songwriter
Uforo Ebong
Uforo Ebong
Songwriter
Roderick Moore
Roderick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cordae
Cordae
Producer
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Additional Producer
Daytrip
Daytrip
Additional Producer
Russ Chell
Russ Chell
Additional Producer
Ray Keys
Ray Keys
Co-Producer
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Producer
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told **** that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them **** that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
See, I was 12 years with the Tommy fit
15, crankin' "Bobby Bitch"
I was 17 years on this Earth
When I popped a Perc', made my body itch
Need a pound of blow when I'm drownin' slow
I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch
We was slap-boxin', no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lotta shit
And my grandma got a lotta kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, ****, this the shit that I asked for
'Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my momma cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandma a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit, check, straight cash, card
****, no stress, I progress
That's Mos Def like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don't do no facade
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told **** that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them **** that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told **** that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them **** that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Written by: Anthony Clemons, Jr., Cordae Dunston, Daniel Hackett, HACKETT DANIEL ANWAR, Ray Keys, Raymond Komba, Roderick Moore, Tarron Crayton, Uforo Ebong
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