Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Christoffer Marcussen
Songwriter
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Songwriter
Ryan O'Neill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Moneyevery
Producer
Palaze
Producer
Wasa
Producer
Lyrics
Everybody forgot about me and the work I put in
I ain't get the credit that I supposed to get on my end
Old timing sitting in, but I'ma mind my business
The hottest youngin' since YB, the hottest out my city
I'm writing this song with no beat, I'm doing poetry
My letter to the streets, I feel that they owe a G
Aye, all them hits I gave, but it wasn't enough, I see
I put it in they face until they get enough of me
I'm underrated and most hated, I feel most neglected
Staying patient and complacent, that's my hardest lesson
I got to face it, they two-faced and they faked expressions
One minute they love me, they hate me, they be second guessing
Only thing, I need God and my family
On my knees praying what I want, come to me
A man with love, at the death, I don't wanna be
I just wanna get my flowers 'fore I rest in peace
Long nights, deep thoughts while I'm on the road
Early mornin', long talks, only God knows
The path he gave me is different, got to stay strong
Pressure bust pipes, but it never broke bones
'Cause I be workin' all night, I think it's 10 a.m.
I'm barely movin' off of sleep, so don't play with him
I sell herbs through the day until it's 8 p.m.
And after that, I'm clutching on the nine, double M
Different women, different cities in the same position
Only got time for a quickie in the life I'm living
Overthinking every step, I'm moving with precision
One move equals death, that's a life decision
Gotta be a role model, I got two children
Got a son on the way, God too willing
Clover going on two, and she too pretty
I wanna have a few kids, don't care how many
One life, one love, one pipe
Shoot till his nose slugs
Get that McLaren and drop the top down
They hate to see us up now, it was all bad but all good
One life, one love, one pipe
Shoot till his nose slugs
Get that McLaren and drop the top down
They hate to see us up now, it was all bad but all good
Written by: Bryson Potts, Christoffer Marcussen, Giuseppe Vasaturo, Ryan O'Neill