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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Hit
Big Hit
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis Sr.
Chauncey Hollis Sr.
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Recording Engineer
DAVID YUNGIN KIM
DAVID YUNGIN KIM
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Black and whites Gotta keep that shit black and white Straight up, uh Got a cold lil' bitch asking can she come chill I text back "SDD", that shit is Super Done Deal Yeah, I gave them hos a lil' shot but wasn't nothing real First time I looked inside of my account and seen one mil' I hit my accountant like, "Gotta get momma a house" 'Cause we had to struggle, they wasn't around (they wasn't around) To see I was 18 stuck to the grind and holding it down (holding it down) It's a blessing how I move with no resentment in my heart (for real) Was in that water, I had to swim, they left me with the sharks, nigga (left me out) Don't get parked, 'cause y'all not hard Niggas ain't never been gangsta to me When will they test me? I'm waiting to see She ate the whole thing without saving a piece Two new cribs, this isn't a lease, bro (isn't a lease, bro) Shorty exotic, she a monster, I'm having a freak show (freak show) Poppin' Clicquot Love to get new offers when they come with extra zeros (zeros) Best dressed at ComplexCon, this Casablanca peacoat Killed 'em, they want pics with me I won't ever stop this fly shit, not when I'm 63, nigga (for real, yeah) Right here in black and white I won't ever stop this fly shit, not when I'm, yeah (Look here, it's in black and white) won't stop this fly shit, not when I'm 63 Why is everything in black and white? I'm feeling drama free like God erased my enemies Tired of living life dramatic, erasing niggas sporadic Reversing all bad habits, move forward passive cabbage Eradicate living savage, always getting sticky with the static Nigga cold-hearted with the maggots, drug czar living lavish But I had to shake that white 'fore I end up in black and white Niggas snitchin' dropping kites, testify, ruin your life Can't pick 12, can't fight, get railroaded on a heist Get derailed on sight, informants on the mic Going platinum for that dough, cryin' in shackles so they fold Solid niggas sold they soul, can't return, they broke the code Ruined they whole career, living life in fear Bouncin' 'round like a deer, that 50-50 yard is weird In a different hemisphere but the four yard ain't no better I've seen killers snitch for cheddar, I've seen police get so jealous They at work drunk and faded, talk down and degrade us Act bool, but they hate us, sell you a phone then confiscate it And that's how it is It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal Uh, throw on the rollers, I'll show you how to wind skate My blade is on the ice, I'm sliding on a thin slate Riding on the wave like Charly Wingate (look what I'm doing) Raising up the bar, I add another bench plate (I got a wing) I'm 85 percent muscle tissue Your bones are made out of bologna, not even one's official I made it look like a mistake, but I did it purposely One thing's for sure and two things for certainly Uh, I'm suspended in timeless motion I'm wacking out his name, I put a line over it Pick out a section of the curb and spill the wine over it My brain is out of order, I gotta put a sign over it Spilling out my gut until it's nothing left to say From where I sit, the view would take your breath away 'Cause in this life, Hell and Heaven's only a step away I wear glasses, my facial hair got a speck of gray (love) Never go out of style, I just age graceful In a category that's flavorless, I remain tasteful (it's love) The UFO hovers in the parking lot, I came spacial Funnel the crumbs and cut sushi up on the same table (love) Speaking of rap generically The shoe fit, I'm on my way to the bank laughing hysterically (it love) Fix me a cocktail, all I needs a little kerosene Wrap yellow tape around the stage and make it a terror scene (love) (It's love)
Writer(s): Alan Daniel Maman, Chauncey Hollis, Chauncey Hollis Sr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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