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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Carlton Mays Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Producer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jean-Baptiste
Producer
Lyrics
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Out in the mix, pull up in a white Benz (Yeah)
Here again for the flex, my man
I'ma get it in 'til the end, my friend
Got a watch in time and we're in, my man (Yeah)
Enter this life full of sin
Pray to the Lord that them other dog win, my man
This tree got me feelin' like a semi (Uh)
Work hard, double for the penny (Uh), just so I can get it (Uh)
Fuck 'em all, that's me and my camp gettin' busy, busy, go 'til you see him (Mm, mm)
Wanna be 'em? Try and see 'em, hang with it
And some girls that lookin'-lookin'-lookin'-lookin', then I hit it, hit it
Want more, never said niggas sold dope, iced-out rope
Wizard on the ride, ride (Ha, ha), baby, slip and slide, slide (Ha, ha)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on)
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
Nigga, do you do you know, do you?
Do you know? Do you know, nigga?
Fuck ya, fuck ya if you don't
Do you know? Do you know, nigga?
Roll when it count, don't move like a ghost
Sayin', "Cudi, Cudi, Cudi" from the West to the East
Get the youth 'fore they prayin' for they neighbor
Niggas stomp-stomp on gamble to me get stacks
We locked in, believe in me, boy, 'bout to heat up
That boy, he a rager, ah, all eyes on me
He pumped, move with the hip (Hip)
Come on, won't you move to the groove of the heat? Indeed
Are you ready for the trip? (Ha) All my niggas 'bout to eat (Ha)
Even once in my sleep (Ha), but they wouldn't let me be too clean
This heater, this bass that make them jump and get back (Ow)
The wizard talkin' really nothin' iller (Uh, get the fuck up)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (No, no, nah, nah, nah, yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law (Yeah)
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low (Yeah)
Survivin', thrivin' (Hey-hey)
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law (Nigga, nigga)
They creepin', creepin' (Huh, huh)
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
Nigga, do you know, do you?
Do you know? Do you know, nigga?
Fuck ya, fuck ya if you don't
Do you know? Do you know, nigga?
Writer(s): Scott Mescudi, Carlton Mays
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