Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
Albert Willemetz
Songwriter
Channing Pollock
Songwriter
Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich
Songwriter
Jacques Charles
Songwriter
Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo
Songwriter
Maurice Yvain
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chosen 1
Producer
G-1
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Key Man
Recording Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookie crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know whatcha call it robbed whatcha call it, at least he
Since you speaking 'bout it, you only on time because you hiding
Give me threesomes, she must know that her and friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in street shit all my life
I know migo wanted to see me rich, the day he dropped the price
They say everything done in the dark is gon' come to the light
Bro, you know that shit wasn't right, I don't like hoes who live for hype
Brodie spent all of this cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much going on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody glowing, if you know, you know it
Can't compete with them lil' boys, rich for real, I just don't show it
'Round the way, they know it's me, whenever they hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hate, she been stuck for a few days
These jeans cost me 3k, I don't see nobody in my way
All these young **** talking money, I don't see nobody where I stay
I got wealth accounts and good investments, I'm always at the bank (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I got white neighbors now and they keep the curtains open where they stay at
Told lil' bro, "We gotta fit in, go open the curtains inside the Maybach"
We had them hoes last year, she been expired, why would you date that?
Them percs ain't even half real, them Fentanyl, dog, I wouldn't even take that
Lil' bro beat the states, somehow his case got picked up by the feds
He a opp, but he can't talk no more, but he still pronounced dead
Fucked a **** house wife in a condo, she tryna move in it
Bruda got the bowls, but ain't the kind you put no food in it
Cost to be alive, if you go broke, you won't survive
Free Joe, I interrupted him, told 'em I'ma call 'em back, he was sharpening knife
Sharpening the fye, I know the vibes, can't let you play me like no fool
Casamigos, I let her drive the boat, but you took her on a cruise
Don't care if we from the same hood, if you told, I'm treating you like you working
How you catch them cases and got out? You on front end diversion
We hit the strip club, make it rain, my sweat shirt Blue Sky Inn
Lil' Fig, he can't cut for nothing, but he know how to shave down a pin
He know how to scratch off a serial
She rich for life if she miss her period
Mix-match, Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic in Amiris
He know how to scratch off a serial
She rich for life if she miss her period
Mix-match, Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic in Amiris
Written by: Albert Willemetz, Channing Pollock, Dominique' Jones, Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich, Jacques Charles, Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo, Maurice Yvain, Rylo Rodriguez, Shane Lindstrom