Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Action Bronson
Vocals
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Filip Nikolic
Programming
Kasanova
Keyboards
Rico Love
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ariyan Arslani
Songwriter
Curtis Mayfield
Songwriter
Cecil Lamar Kirby
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Richard Preston Butler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Love
Producer
Kasanova
Producer
Dana Richard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Leandro Gamez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob Marks
Mixing Engineer
Thurston McCrea
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Action
[Verse 2]
Oh-five pounds in the Laredo, they gotta get there today though
Ain't no time for tryna lay low, Bay bro
If you can't do it, all you gotta do is say no
I'll take it from there, Ace is on Grand, ready to work it
Display the smirk like Mr. Perfect
Under the bridge, behind the van, in the cab, I made the drop off
Thank science that nothing popped off
Since I was young, handled lots of foreign vehicles and things
My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing
Plus he pushed that bad thing, I wanted to be like him so bad
Wear the same shoes that he stepped in, of course I need paper
I want to ride the one-seater like Speed Racer
In the Jetta smoking a one sheet in the green acres
Listening to bullshit music, thinking how I'm gonna do this
[Verse 3]
Uh, temptation's real, even though I feel
I've been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It's like the world we live in
Was only designed for somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It's like the world we live in
Was only designed for somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on
[Verse 4]
I'm from the place called The Jungle where the living is rough
It had me low for awhile, now I'm picking it up
Holding the spot straight, sticking it, ripping it up
I dropped 99 problems, switching and not giving a fuck
So what you want, got your bitch **** gripping the butt
I ran my dick, taking pics, ****, flicking it up
My click is what's up, get buck if you want
You end up dumped, chump, in a pile laying in a trunk in New York
There's no ducking me, the bad ass time for no fuckery
Won't find a chick who got a dime or took a single buck from me
These hoes be loving me, I keep it so G
Respecting where I be, **** check your OG
My backfloat will mirror your fat flows
Well, here we go, my visions is linear when I'm ripping the video
It's a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo
The rarest breeds, sick like venereal diseases
[Verse 5]
Uh, temptation's real, even though I feel
I've been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It's like the world we live in
Was only designed for somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It's like the world we live in
Was only designed for somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on
[Verse 6]
Dying for nothing
Killing to live
Fighting for something
Too bad we don't know what it is
What you think all of this cash for?
Trying to put stamps on my passport
Man, I'm just scheming on new homes
I already forgot 'bout my last broad, 'cause
[Verse 7]
Uh, temptation's real, even though I feel
I've been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It's like the world we live in
Was only designed for somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It's like the world we live in
Was only designed for somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on
Written by: Ariyan Arslani, C. Kirby, Curtis Mayfield, J. Virginie, Richard Butler