Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Coles Anderson
Tony Coles Anderson
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Wallo267
Wallo267
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Tony Coles Anderson
Tony Coles Anderson
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the band play
[Chorus]
See, this 'bout the life of a **** that came from the mud, but he turnt up and figured it out
Was just sellin' dope to them folks tryna keep me afloat
Had a room, tryna get me a house
This street shit got ugly, I ain't have no money, but I was determined to get the fuck out
I was weighin' dime bags with the safe in the couch
Done came up, now it's quarters, three ones, and an ounce
[Verse 1]
But I had good dope, the pure dope make 'em bounce
Where you get this shit from? Somewhere deep in the South
Big **** sag with the slugs in his mouth, he don't even much talk, he get in and get out
One thing I can say, it was never a drought
Now I got the best dope, I done figured it out
This shit gettin' good, hope you hearin' me out
This the story of X before all of this rap, aye
[Verse 2]
One thing for sure about life
There's two type of people, those that's born in and those that's sworn in
Aye
[Verse 3]
See, I'm makin' money and now the pandemic done hit
Tried to scam, but I couldn't even hit
Tried to do unemployment, but that wasn't shit
So I'm still sellin' rocks in this bitch
At the store, yeah, we really outside with the shit
It was hot, but I stayed with that Glock on my hip
Thirty-round, no, we don't do no regular clip
**** trippin', I'm lettin' it rip
At the crib, shit, I'm chillin', been writin', tryna rap 'bout the shit that's excitin'
This shit soundin' good, my BM say she like it
Alright, well, let's see if this turns on a light
Now I'm at the stu', like the trap every night
Just recordin' this shit till it finally got right
I dropped "Mr. Trouble," "Big Stepper" was nice
Then I dropped that "Safehouse," had the city on fire
Now I got it rollin' and shit like a tire
Everything that I drop do six million or higher
Money look good, I done switched my attire
A jet when I'm flyin', go ask, I ain't lyin'
Fifty a show, just got booked in Hawaii
Just did XXL with Dlow and Big Maiya
The man in my state, made a mil' from a dime
Right on time and I ain't even started my prime, aye
[Chorus]
See, this 'bout the life of a **** that came from the mud, but he turnt up and figured it out
Was just sellin' dope to them folks tryna keep me afloat
Had a room, tryna get me a house
This street shit got ugly, I ain't have no money, but I was determined to get the fuck out
I was weighin' dime bags with the safe in the couch
Done came up, now it's quarters, three ones, and an ounce
[Outro]
One thing about them people that's born in, it's nothin' you can to do stop they wins
They keep comin' and comin' and comin'
No matter the hate, no matter the dislike, no matter what you gotta say
No matter the campaigns you try to put against them
You can't stop they wins, they just keep winnin'
It's just natural, baby
It's a natural thing, man, 'cause
You know, it's a birth thing
It's just somethin' that's genetic
'Cause when you born into this thing
When you born to be special
When you born to win
It's nothin' that nobody can do to stop you, it's just, you know, they just gotta sit back and watch the wins
'Cause you special
Written by: Krishon Gaines, Tony Coles Anderson, Wallo267, Xavier Landum
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