Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CHiNO
Performer
Hunxho
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ta'Darius Ashley
Composer
Ibrahim Dodo
Composer
Forte Bowie
Composer
Kelvin Brown
Composer
Othello Houston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nash B
Producer
Otxhello
Producer
Preston "Prizzie" Reid
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ever since I made it happen, shit ain't been the same
Neighborhood hero, all these hoes know my name
I ran it up, now I can't change
If they looking for me, I'm still with the gang
Cartier my eyes 'cause I done seen some shit
Please don't act surprised when you see me rich
I'm on another vibe, I don't need these bitches
Yeah, I know you see me with her, but I know that she could switch
[PreChorus]
Tryna turn this pain into power
Need my money long, I been hustling for hours and hours
I remember cold nights, I remember cold showers
Now I'm fucking on these hoes in penthouse towers
[Chorus]
I deserve these diamonds on me, perfect timing on me
Made it out the struggle, put designer on my feet
Stepping on who, make sure you tie yo' laces
Yeah, I'ma pop my shit, lil' bitch, I'm goin' places
Whoa, you can't relate 'cause you don't know
Jumped in these streets 'cause we was poor, but we just wanted more
I did some shit that you don't know, oh
[Verse 2]
Deep in these streets, these streets get cold, God
A solid man, can't sell my soul for you
And I do what my heart said, and my heart said I can't be
Still inside these streets, God, with rod inside my hands
Cars that I got, look at all these charges I got
Do they see how far that I came? Do they see how hard that I go?
Rock out, that's at all of my shows, nah real
When they ask how I feel, fastest cars like Hot Wheels
I remember I used to steal, I used to rob, I used to take, couldn't catch a break
He let 'em steal, I whip this rod up off my waist and hit his face
Like fuck appeal, we get a lawyer for these charges, beat the case
I talk to God about my problems, when it's hard, they'll go away
[Verse 3]
From the valley to the major leagues, did some shit they can't believe
I'm on a money mission, struggling ain't for me
Can't let these bitches waste my time 'cause it ain't for free
Can't let these **** take what's mine, that thing stay with me
Quick to judge but you don't know what I been through
Tables turn so quick, it could've been you
Used to be a jackboy, jackboy, it ain't no fooling me
Hand me downs to Louis V, get used to me
[PreChorus]
Tryna turn this pain into power
Need my money long, I been hustling for hours and hours
I remember cold nights, I remember cold showers
Now I'm fucking on these hoes in penthouse towers
[Chorus]
I deserve these diamonds on me, perfect timing on me
Made it out the struggle, put designer on my feet
Stepping on who, make sure you tie yo' laces
Yeah, I'ma pop my shit, lil' bitch, I'm goin' places
Whoa, you can't relate 'cause you don't know
Jumped in these streets 'cause we was poor, but we just wanted more
I did some shit that you don't know, oh
Written by: Forte Bowie, Ibrahim Dodo, Kelvin Brown, Kelvin Brown Jr, Othello Houston, Ta'Darius Ashley