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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DEXLVL
Programming
Mario Luciano
Programming
Lauren Santi
Background Vocals
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DEXLVL
Producer
Mario Luciano
Producer
Nicholas 'MBW' White
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Let me say it over
Uh, uh, uh, aye
[Chorus]
Left lane in that foreign, then I park right
Hit the 'raq, I'm in the black, feel like the Dark Knight
After hard days, stood on that block all night
The thrill of lettin' that 40 spark, it got my dawg life
I'm thuggin' though, you know me, still got it on me
Spent the sack to put on Max, I'm still ridin' four deep
Yeah, this shit for real, we play the field, I'm quick to kill
Police think I'm fundin' wars 'cause I spent a mill'
[Verse 1]
On the gang, yeah, that's facts, speakin' slang like no bap
Swervo copped the Porche truck, I did that for cap
Been ran up a 100K, I did that in the trap
I can't tell you 'bout no murders, I did that in the rap
Now I'm on some made shit, street shit, I played it
Crib's big, got acres, guest room, I made shit
The biggest price, I paid it, then waited, got patience
Don't mistake for weakness, I want some shit, I'm takin' it
[Chorus]
Left lane in that foreign, then I park right
Hit the 'raq, I'm in the black, feel like the Dark Knight
After hard days, stood on that block all night
The thrill of lettin' that 40 spark, it got my dawg life
I'm thuggin' though, you know me, still got it on me
Spent the sack to put on Max, I'm still ridin' four deep
Yeah, this shit for real, we play the field, I'm quick to kill
Police think I'm fundin' wars 'cause I spent a mill'
[Verse 2]
Five mill', ten mill', twenty mill', that ain't shit
We can make that annually, stand next to me and let's get rich
With my **** off the rip, hustle quick, we used to risk
You can see who cool with me, he used to be, that boy a bitch
I'm with killers usually, we low-key, but they move with me
Like 2-3 went to school with me, I dropped out early through the beef
I don't wanna hear what you gon' do to me, let's go, when you see me, keep it brief
Lot of shots get let off, all these G locks, everybody 'round me keep it G
And I keep Gs, whole lotta Gs
Make a lotta cheese, whole lotta cheese
Christian cap on my body, whole lotta Cs
Used to be catchin' bodies, whole lotta Bs
Used to be lookin' for me, come to the block and see
You think this shit sweet, just diss Rak and see
Lot of nights I couldn't sleep, codeine and Roxy in me
Tryna overcome my trauma harder then hittin' the lottery, aye
[Chorus]
Left lane in that foreign, then I park right
Hit the 'raq, I'm in the black, feel like the Dark Knight
After hard days, stood on that block all night
The thrill of lettin' that 40 spark, it got my dawg life
I'm thuggin' though, you know me, still got it on me
Spent the sack to put on Max, I'm still ridin' four deep
Yeah, this shit for real, we play the field, I'm quick to kill
Police think I'm fundin' wars 'cause I spent a mill'
Written by: Dexter Coleman, Herbert R Wright, Mario Luciano