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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
David McDowell
David McDowell
Songwriter
Spencer Harris
Spencer Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dmac
Dmac
Producer
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
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
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