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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Central Cee
Central Cee
Vocals
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Sampled Artist
Jodeci
Jodeci
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Central Cee
Central Cee
Lyrics
Cashmere Small
Cashmere Small
Composer
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Composer
Dalvin Degrate
Dalvin Degrate
Composer
Donald DeGrate
Donald DeGrate
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash Cobain
Cash Cobain
Producer

Lyrics

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) yo Half of the hood still hate me, crazy, half of the hood still vouchin' Way over a hundred thousand, nearly a milli', I'm not even countin' I'm hearin' the demons talk and walk, and brother, the bando's haunted Put coke with Orlando Magic, that have the crackhead Atlanta Hawkin' Clock in, max my credit, my iPhone bellin', the bank cold callin' Nikesha just came back from Turkey surgeon, the back's still swollen Fans see me on the block, want pics, I'm still gonna stop on the block and take them The spot too hot, it's bacon, so I moved out to a new location Been gamblin' all of my life outside, but I never been Vegas I'm a man of my own, I'm a man with pride, so I done it alone, no, I never did favors, huh I love the hood, but I need me a crib, no neighbors I book me a flight for peace of mind when I feel spontaneous We're dumpin' now, same time, it's simultaneous Me and Wadz in the Brabus Jeep, it's spacious I feel like Chromazz, I'm not surprised they hate us They see the timepiece, they don't see the time it takes us One by one, gotta step in the spot 'cause it's hot and the neighbours nosy Bought the PS4 and the scented candle to make the bando homely Learned it the hard way only, I didn't hear what the wise man told me Stop doing a bad man ting online, log out your account and show me Can't invest in a wap that's faulty, the reball ting just jammed on brodie Sayin' you miss me, baby, call me, maybe swallow your pride, and phone me You can't rush greatness, you gotta take your time, maintain it slowly As a pickney, I didn't watch Disney Channel, I couldn't watch Zack and Cody If it weren't the UK, would've had an AK If it was America, I would've had a Draco In the Stone Age, would've had a spear 17th century, I would've had a claymore Studio cut like the bando, trap was a little bit different a year ago YG hit a lick with the afro, next day came outside with the cane rows More time I don't have no type, but I wouldn't mind me a DreamDoll I booked that flight one time, had the Lambo' waitin' at Heathrow I lost some bredrins that I put trust in, I won't say details But grown man get in their feelings, get too needy and move like females Jason Derulo, I'm ridin' solo, I like me a two-door I feel like Tyga, I had young money, the yay' that I had was too raw Gave Jackson five, the light so high, made my man moonwalk Plain Jane Rollie, I need me a new watch Diamond district, I might go New York We're dumpin' now, same time, it's simultaneous Me and Wadz in the Brabus Jeep, it's spacious I feel like Chromazz, I'm not surprised they hate us They see the timepiece, they don't see the time it takes us One by one, gotta step in the spot 'cause it's hot and the neighbours nosy Bought the PS4 and the scented candle to make the bando homely Learned it the hard way only, I didn't hear what the wise man told me Stop doing a bad man ting online, log out your account and show me Can't invest in a wap that's faulty, the reball ting just jammed on brodie Sayin' you miss me, baby, call me, maybe swallow your pride, and phone me You can't rush greatness, you gotta take your time, maintain it slowly As a pickney, I didn't watch Disney Channel, I couldn't watch Zack and Cody Was that enough, baby? Baby, oh, oh-oh-oh Was that enough, baby? Baby, oh, oh-oh-oh Was that enough, baby?
Writer(s): Bryson Tiller, Donald Earle Jr. Degrate, Dalvin E. Degrate, Oakley Neil H Caesar Su, Cashmere Lavon Small Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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