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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
Camella Wallace
Camella Wallace
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Dorien Theus
Dorien Theus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Max Lord
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You know, I think more than me
Because he can get a lot of really nice, generous things for me
Like he bought me a house, you know, cars
And paid off my student loans and you know all kinds of stuff
And he just be like, "Okay", he didn't care, he, he just didn't care about stuff like that
When he came to see the house, he was like, "Oh, this is like the places you used to take me
I'm glad you like your house"
[Verse 1]
Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion had to relocate
Remember playin' hide and seek in a the crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by the lake
Real estate is an investment, houses in the A
Tryin' to block me from my blessing, get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim
Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang, gang"
[Verse 2]
Don't talk about it be about it, at your place of residence
We got the whole shit surrounded, it's obvious, it's evident
Ain't nobody better than (Us yeah)
Better than (Us yeah)
Better than (Us yeah)
Cowboy gun talk, load it up, buck him
Choppa like nunchuck, use it like Chuck 'nem
Child's Play psycho, since the shorty like Chuck 'nem
Broad-day, walkin' in your house, no Russian
[Verse 3]
Two-face **** nowadays, I don't trust them
Behind your back planning your attack, that's your brother
Knife through your back but you feel the pain in your cardiac
You hurt when your day ones change like no other
[Verse 4]
Snakes in the grass, they gon' be there forever
Third eye open, I'ma see 'em forever
I'm winnin' over time, so I'm fine
Real day ones, no peons on this side
[Chorus]
Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playin' hide and seek in the crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by the lake
Real estate is an investment, houses in the A
Tryin' to block me from my blessing, get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim
Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang, gang"
[Verse 5]
It's funny how they, think they can't bleed
If that's true, then take these .223s and let's see
Do what you want, if you get the money
Just pray to your **** remain ten toes down
Through all this shit, through all the hits
Through all the misses, through all the differences
We all different, only God knows
He's omniscient, ****, I know I'm the shit
So I don't let a fuck **** catch me slippin'
[Verse 6]
Ridin' 'round with my clique
If you take the L you took and add it to "it", bitch, we lit
I'm thankin' God I'm not sellin' no bricks
If it's ever a problem, I'ma call up the problem-solvers
They pull up, put a hole in yo' whip
You and your friend
Kill our vibe, we kill yo' mans
[Bridge]
Damn that, we gon' spray the whole scene
Then slide back, I just spend a whole thing on a Chanel bag
But they still ain't put a dent in my stack
[Chorus]
Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion had to relocate
Remember playin' hide and seek in the crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by the lake
Real estate is an investment, houses in the A
Tryin' to block me from my blessing, get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'ma fool with the aim, aim
Hangin' out the window, screamin' "gang, gang"
Written by: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Jarad Higgins, Nicholas Mira, Nick Mira
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