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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Madlib
Beats
Scarface
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Johnson
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Otis Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Producer
Eothen Alapatt
Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Allah the merciful, the beneficent
Curse over blessing, pray it be Heaven sent
Forgive me my dirty deeds, was desperate
Fuck the government, I got my own deficit
Death to me the only thing was definite
Money rule the world but when you dead that shit's irrelevant
Finger's numb from coke, I sell, don't vote but I'm for presidents
Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop from selling it
****, please
She knew I was lying before I even spoke, uh
Empty promises left 'em all broke
She said, "Jamel, I could tell your perspective out of focus
You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches, and weed smoking"
A young **** that's been thugging since the old days
Promise I done seen everything but old age
Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways
Keep the heat 'cause I was going through a cold phase
[Verse 2]
Keep the heat 'cause I was going through a cold phase
Promise I done seen everything but old age
Been there, done it, man
Know what I'm saying?
One hunnid, man
[Verse 3]
Surviving off cold cuts and cold spam
Can't see eye to eye with my old man
Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag
We both despise the police but he wore the same badge
And as a child, I admired that now I wonder how
He was a pig but you was barely making twenty thou'
I guess that's why you put me on that lick for twenty pounds
A life of crime was all we ever shared from then to now
And I'm a crook and he crooked, that's all we got in common
Chuck the deuce to my momma, so much for family bonding
But how could something so destined to be just get demolished
Running through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest
But honestly, I know I'm out here fucking up
Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts
Seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough
'Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush
[Verse 4]
Seven days a week, I'm living in a rush
Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts
Yeah, know what I'm saying, ****?
It one hunnid, mane
Been there, done it, man
Facemob and Gibbs
[Verse 5]
If money was the root to what the evil is
It's a mandatory for me to live
I hustle harder than the next dude
Remember, everybody's out to get you
**** don't respect to live and let live
So I pack a forty caliber 'cause that's how shit is
Out here, no fear, fucking feelings
Triggerman rule, that's the art of drug dealing
I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling
No new friends, don't wanna talk 'bout old business
Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness
With a bitch so thick, yeah, she can't take no dick
Imagine working graveyard shifts
Boss man steady talking that shit
A million a day is for minimum wage
Work a **** like a slave till they put him in his grave
Frail moments same page
[Verse 6]
Seven days a week, I'm living in a rush
Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts
Yeah, it one hunnid, mane
Been there, done it, you know what I mean?
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Scarface