Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roy Woods
Vocals
Dzy
Programming
FrancisGotHeat
Programming
Sunny Diamonds
Programming
Francis Got Heat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Mak
Songwriter
Ariel J. Baptiste
Songwriter
Sunny Khokhar
Songwriter
Denzel Spencer
Songwriter
Francis Nguyen Tran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dzy
Producer
FrancisGotHeat
Producer
Sunny Diamonds
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Francis Got Heat
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I made it out the city quick
Mom finally proud of me
My friends are not my friends no more
I'm 20 now, so I gotta grow up
Barry Sanders with the pick and I sing when I feel it
Went to Toronto and began to fuck with the realest
Don't say you listen to me if you ain't heard my music
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, I'm choosing all these foreigns
Get my mom in a foreign
Got my dad a new car
Get my sister some money
'Cause they always there for me
Can never forget it
I would not ignore it
More than dollars when I show it
[Verse 2]
Don't you ever try my lady
I pull up faster than police
You're getting drunk, I can notice
Our side was the focus
For the scene but don't look like it
I done came up on the south side
Do it for my moms and my family
I was more than football signed
Singing 'bout four, three years, almost four
Only now I know why
[Verse 3]
Don't you be fake with me
You could be honest with me
Who could relate to me?
Don't go near me like it's Vegas
Man, this life ain't no vacation
[Verse 4]
Don't you be fake with me
You could be honest with me
Who could relate to me?
Don't go near me like it's Vegas
Man, this life ain't no vacation
[Verse 5]
Back then, I was on my own, little home studio
Ain't no shawty called, don't know why I had this phone
Couldn't, still can't keep a girl, light the blunt I roll
What, it ease my mind way more than you
Oh more, I'm on my own, partying next door
Brought a couple girls, she told her friends to roll
Tress up with you it was backwards to the dome
You just have to answer so I'm not alone
You the realest one that I met since the runner up
Hope you don't get tired, I'm here like a marathon
When we fucking, best enjoy yourself before they lose it all
Wetting buckets as your weapon, be like left Ontario
[Verse 6]
Don't you be fake with me
You could be honest with me
Who could relate to me?
Don't go near me like it's Vegas
Man, this life ain't no vacation
[Verse 7]
Don't you be fake with me
You could be honest with me
Who could relate to me?
Don't go near me like it's Vegas
Man, this life ain't no vacation
Written by: Alex Mak, Ariel J. Baptiste, Bach Nguyen Tran, FrancisGotHeat, Roy Woods, Sunny Khokhar