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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Rap
42 Dugg
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
David McDowell
Songwriter
Spencer Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dmac
Producer
Einer Bankz
Producer
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
D-Mack on the fuckin' track
[Verse 1]
Aye, I still be in the trenches with my grandma
Still shootin' craps, still taking care of my momma
Bring my **** back, I got two hundred on your honor
Get these bitches wack, I got another one on O-9er side
Know a bitch for real, know we blitz for real
'Cause who told a bitch for real? All the way, can't give a deal
Out to **** who really mobbin', I see that bitch might rob her
I'm trippin', I got a problem, my bitches all= know I'm solid
Get that pint at night we rocking, from drink down to them Roxies
Lil' cuz know 'bout them homi's, but gon' take it to the grave
I ain't never giving no names, all I know forever I'm bangin'
How the fuck you leave me hangin'? you the reason I got famous
You see cuz, you better paint 'em, all this money got me anxious, bitch
All this money got me on (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'll stick, l'm lettin' up, finally unblocked me from they page
Hood hero like Luke Cage, I'm just glad I ducked them raids
I sent opps to outer space, I sent packs to other states
I had money before fame, don't get killed tryna catch no fade
**** sayin' names, they know me and gang don't play no games
Cost 100K, hope this lawyer beat my brother case
Took the city to flames, ride so I told her to tint my frames
I ain't switchin' lanes, gangsta till they put me in my grave
[Verse 3]
They know this shit real, I ain't gotta keep goin' in details
Turnt the city up, we out here spinnin' like a spring wheel
Platinum in the streets, and I ain't even drop my presale
I ain't need scales, I dish out loads, I been a team player
[Verse 4]
I been a team player, I'm still eatin' off emails, my first job was a p sale
Got a million cash and retail, gon' shop again once these gone
I'm lockin' in, that green form my best work, yo' turn, **** still network
She a bad bitch, polyether, no rap bitch can claim me, I'm top ten
[Verse 5]
Send the money, we can lock it in, droppin' tens
**** play with red, his team get dropped again
We got sticks and fins, pull yo' shit back like Aaliyah
You can ask the streets, ain't gotta speak on what I did
This is how you win, when you rap about what you live
My youngin' know I'm old, and if they had snatched them kids
All my **** doin' biz, all my bitches doin' it big
In that kitchen I get busy, not that 'caine, I fuck with Rizzy
Too much residue, I'm dizzy, he pop off, bro go and spin 'em
Written by: David McDowell, Dion Hayes, George Stone III, Spencer Harris