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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SheedTs
SheedTs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rasheed Rose
Rasheed Rose
Songwriter
Evan Jarrod Milton
Evan Jarrod Milton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter A. Barker at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Peter A. Barker at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Stewart at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Jacob Stewart at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Mixing Engineer
Chen Shen
Chen Shen
Mixing Engineer
Shihadeh Nathen at Manhattan Beach Recording, New York, NY
Shihadeh Nathen at Manhattan Beach Recording, New York, NY
Engineer
Space Wizard
Space Wizard
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(I just need my space right now)
[Verse 1]
Counting so much money, I can't even sleep
Man, I used to pray for days like this, it got me feeling weak
Pour a four and feel the geek
I feel just like Scottie P
I don't care how rich I get, you still ain't gettin' nothin' out of me
Know my mama proud of me
Livin' like a prodigy
I'm just living honestly
'Member I was talking shit to B-Line like, "Who hot as me?"
All the hoes that passed me up back then say, "Acknowledge me"
Walkin' in the bank, they hold me up and give apologies
Asked me why it's Ts on the road, I said, "We gotta be"
****, I been hot since no one knows, casket, twenty oz
Fuck hit the block, we hit the road fast with twenty 'bows
****, I was young and dumb
Fuckin' up in school and shit, was acting like an only son
I know I ain't the only one
A **** try phone, he done
Cream color guts, real Wock' and a cream soda
Brodie selling white and soft, I'm fuckin' with that green yola
Know some **** selling dog, but I can't bring the team over
Yeah, uh, yeah
I said, know some **** selling dog, but I can't bring the team over
Know some **** who be selling that dog still
Uh, damn, uh
[Bridge]
And yeah, we really living
I got all my own shit and still make my decisions
Uh, I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon
Yeah, my palms itching
Keep a trigger finger distance
Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
Yeah, uh
Yeah, we really living
Uh, I got all my own shit and still make my decisions
I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon
Yeah, my palms itching
Keep a trigger finger distance
Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
I said, have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
Keep a trigger finger distance
Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
Uh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Mike Amiri denim, twelve fifty wrapped around my ass
Matter fact, that's twenty-five 'cause I bought two so I could pass
I was really dead broke, now I'm just here burning cash, skrrt-in' past
Fuck it, it's two hundred on this bitch, I'm thinking I'm gon' crash
Hold it, everybody dragging
Asking me what happened
I done really got it, I ain't talkin' captions
**** on the net, fla-fla-lashin'
I can get a hit, everybody captioned
[Outro]
Yeah, I said everybody captioned
I can get a hit, everybody—
I can get a hit, everybody—
Yeah, I can get a hit, everybody captioned
Written by: Evan Milton, Rasheed Rose
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