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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Programming
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Lyrics
Jordan Holt-May
Jordan Holt-May
Composer
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, uh
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
This for my dawgs layin' down the road
Real teammate, don't mind playin' down the role
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
Right back poppin' out outside, however it fold
This for them soldiers, I'm forever stayin' on my toes
Think it's crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls
Put that on my soul and I got a pure soul
Say your team full of shooters, we don't play a zone
And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone
But I'ma make it home, gotta kill to make it home
How the fuck I'm wrong?
[Verse 2]
Glock full plan to break his bones
I told my youngin' if he drill about it, don't gon' make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong
'Cause them homicides be takin' long
My dawg had called me from up top and sayin' he made it home
And I was tellin' him that he thinkin' wrong
'Cause we real **** hangin' on till the end
He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
And I said, "I got a half a mil', I'm lockin' in"
Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' his case like I was him
No cap
[Verse 3]
Seen a half a mill' before the labels heard my name
Too much on my brain, ain't chase no fame, I had that flame
All the nights I came out, it was dangerous, I can't name
I was born to run shit, ****, I can't change
Made my first check, ain't buy my moms a house, ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit, I was on some dumb shit
**** who I fuck with, if I call, they come quick
**** run up, dump shit, **** buy my son shit
Early mornings in L.A., see me, might be with my sons
Pop out solo late at night, I got two guns
Bulletproof 'Lac in the 'Raq, who gon' do sum'n?
Fuck up 50k in Saks and it's just two of us
[Verse 4]
This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old
I think it's crazy I lost my soul before I lost my pole
I had to see if it's real, I touched him in the coffin cold
I'm watchin' his momma cry, he layin' there in the coffin froze
This drillin' shit like all we know
**** ain't even cool with us actin' like they cool with us
Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust, shit, it's only a few of us
[Verse 5]
Picked up heat, got ahead first in **** beef, ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hatin' on me, tryna slime me 'cause the lamb got slime seats
Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy, you know where to find me
All the **** you think behind you, I'll put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no **** slidin' on me, I be like five deep
Walk in the strip joint, they grabbin' me, I spend like a dime a week
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it here, I came from lockin' and loadin'
You know that
This for my youngin', eighteen and he lost his soul
This for my **** older than me, ain't get to ball this old
Ain't get to ball this old
And I put that on my soul
Neck froze, heart froze, we was walkin' froze
Kevlar whips for days, when we couldn't walk with poles
Some of my **** who got killed walkin' with the hoes
We got ARs, sticks talkin' to the hoes
Everything I got legit, everywhere I'm ridin' tint
Anything I speak my mind 'bout, I come outside with
Dignity what I was born with, that's what I'm dyin' with
[Outro]
This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
This for my dawgs ain't get to ball this old
This for my—
This for my—
This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
Written by: Alexander Papamitrou, Herbert R Wright, Jordan Holt-May, Nii Noi Tetteh, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams, Thomas Horton
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