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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
IssAbandoned
IssAbandoned
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IssAbandoned
IssAbandoned
Producer
Danny Rome
Danny Rome
Producer
El Japo
El Japo
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, this the shit they been wanting to hear, Quan
This the homie they been waiting on, Quan
These **** must've forgot
We'll show 'em then
Go
Still pulling up in the middle of the hood in the six in a drop top
You could ask Masio
First young **** park that Bentley in the middle of the block
And where I'm from don't come with that popping shit
'Cause these young **** over here robbing
I swear these young ****, don't play 'bout me
These young **** over here starving
Give the boy a plate, guaranteed he'll eat
Got it out the mud, ****, look at my feet
The last one it was on you **** this one on me
I was in the penthouse smoking on the top floor, chilling in the suite
That's when shit got sweet
I couldn't even eat when they killed Lil' Cee
I told my momma don't worry about stressing
If she got problems then put 'em on me
I remember starving, we couldn't eat
I done came a long way from that driveway
Now it's marble on my feet
Gotta keep that .40 on my jeans in case a target get on me
I was told to never settle, wanted to be with you forever
But I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
Ion like hoes who basic, I don't like too much makeup
Hell, I don't even like sitting in my car too long
They know I'm too impatient, lil' **** face it
I pull up in a spaceship, this six-hundred spaces
I might go boss up on my neighbors and buy some more acres
I remember going to school and I ain't have no paper
Thinking about putting a hundred thousand dollars in my school
Now 'cause I got a little paper
I ain't crashing out for no dumb shit
When my people needing me
A lot of these **** scared of money
'Cause they too worried about what people think
And I don't give a fuck about what people think
Down to my last line, let me call Trip for some juice
'Cause a young **** need the drank
You might not like me
But I'm gon' make a young **** respect this shit the Aretha way
Started off friends then we got closer
Shit went bad and you asked, "Was it over?"
All I said was
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more (I don't know no more)
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more
I don't know no more (Aye, aye)
Written by: IssAbandoned, Rich Homie Quan
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