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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
No Money Enterprise
No Money Enterprise
Performer
Junior Leaupepe
Junior Leaupepe
Chorus Director
Schneider Leaupepe
Schneider Leaupepe
Chorus Director
Bently Shakuru
Bently Shakuru
Baritone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Angus
James Angus
Songwriter
Junior Leaupepe
Junior Leaupepe
Songwriter
Schneider Leaupepe
Schneider Leaupepe
Songwriter
Bently Shakuru
Bently Shakuru
Songwriter
Shayan Vessal
Shayan Vessal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Angus
James Angus
Producer
SHYY
SHYY
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (SHYY)
[PreChorus]
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They try to imitate us, but could never tame us
Every time something go wrong in my city, tryna blame us
Yeah, so my city tryna
[PreChorus]
Now we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black, the Suburban for every time we link
And we grew up in gutters, we washin' in the sink
And they ask why would I flex. Well, ****, fuck you think?
[Chorus]
They know we made it through the storm
They know we made it through the storm
Know that shit done did me wrong
Yeah
Know that shit done did me... wrong
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Me and my brovas done come out from under
Up out the gutter
On my mama
Know she been prayin' we make it
Ain't no other option
Hand on my heart, all these blessings came with all this trauma
How they gon' switch on us now? We only gettin' started
I still got brothers that uh, get it off the curb, and uh
Some go to work, and uh
Some go to church
But it's still gang
Southside, you know what's real, mayne
We went from rags to riches, never switchin'
[PreChorus]
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They try to imitate us, but could never tame us
Every time something go wrong in my city, tryna blame us
Yeah, so my city tryna
[Chorus]
They know we made it through the storm
They know we made it through the storm
Know that shit done did me wrong
Yeah
Know that shit done did me... wrong
[Verse 2]
Still out here we paper-chasin'
Every day we praying, Lord forgive us for the same mistakes we makin'
I know that's all part of the game
When you try and make it through all the storm and the rain
We on the grind, ain't no vacations
And that's on gang
I ain't settling for second place
How could we give up now when we well ahead of the race?
We gon shut 'em down if they ever get in the way
To see my mama smile I promise I'm coming for everything
[PreChorus]
Now we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black, the Suburban for every time we link
And we grew up in gutters, we washin' in the sink
And they ask why would I flex. Well, ****, fuck you think?
[Chorus]
They know we made it through the storm
They know we made it through the storm
Know that shit done did me wrong
Yeah
Know that shit done did me
[Chorus]
They know we made it through the storm
They know we made it through the storm
Know that shit done did me wrong
Yeah
Know that shit done did me... wrong
Written by: Bently Shakuru, Dickson Shukuru, James Angus, Junior Leaupepe, Schneider Leaupepe, Shayan Vessal
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