Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PL3X
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Goodwin
Songwriter
Lovro Plečko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PL3X
Producer
Nile Waves
Producer
Myst
Producer
Lyrics
Said the world mine like Scarface
Dead bodies in the hallway
**** be cappin', actin', Broadway
**** ain't street, get gunned down broad day
**** act strange when you're gettin' to the money so I had to make changes
Bitch, I had to part ways
Got the universe in the whip, I stargaze
I went from rags to riches, I ain't talkin' no Rod Wave
And I've been feelin' my self lately
Woulda thought a **** lost his keys
Knock a **** out, bitch, I'm feelin' like Creed
Fear no **** when you bleed how I bleed
Creep to a slow speed, get to sprayin' his street
Lay a pussy **** down, talk down on me
Louis V for the shirt, Air Force can't crease
But I stomp a **** out til' a **** can't breathe
And I'm gettin' to the cash, no cap
Won't stop til' a **** for M's
I want a mansion, a bad bitch and a bait bag, rollin' round in a 500 Benz
They told me it was lonely at the top and now I see it, but fuck it, I only need the fam in the end
Only fuckin' then dead presidents, southside til' I die, bitch, I gotta represent
Said the world mine like Scarface
Dead bodies in the hallway
**** be cappin', actin', Broadway
**** ain't street, get gunned down broad day
**** act strange when you're gettin' to the money, so I had to make changes
Bitch, I had to part ways
Got the universe in the whip, I stargaze
I went from rags to riches, I ain't talkin' no Rod Wave
Written by: Eric Goodwin, Lovro Plečko