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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FattMack
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mckenzie Haynes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tahj Money
Producer
Kam
Producer
Evrgrn
Producer
Trevor James
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Tahj Money)
Yeah, Amiri shoes and Palm Angels
You was mine, but now we strange
Niggas trying, he gon' die, blow my fire from every round (yeah)
Pop a Perc' to clear my mind, I just was hurt, but now I'm painless
Bounce and surfing, now I'm jacked, yeah, I come from dirt, but now I'm famous (yeah)
See how we work, still put a nigga ass in the dirt, you know what I'm saying?
They wanna work, now I earned everything I got, nigga know I change
Run from who? Know I banged
Bro, Dre got him out, and this way more lighter than you, know what I'm saying?
Having rich nigga problems and dog shit in my pocket, it ain't plain
Everyday I wake, I can put something out my wallet, can't complain
Finna go drop a hundred on a Brabus or a Range truck
Wonder why he won't pop with that rap shit, he said the same story
Send a bad bitch to the block, let us out the shit, get banged up
We break up, we fucked, and we made up
Know I let down, we made love
I promise you I never change up
I'm gonna risk, I'm turnin' my gang up
Defense on your ass, nigga, save up
You gon' need that cash when the rain comes
Bitch, you cut me deep like a razor
You think I ain't peeping the fake love
Bitch, you the type I stay away from
And I'm probably never gon' say nothin'
But I bet you see shit different
Nigga, I'm fried, hide my mind
That the only time I ever miss you
Really, I'm tired when I get loud
That the only time you ever listen, I'm proud
I put my pain into this mic
Knew you was gonna leave, but that ain't right
Don't want some shit, stay hot all night
You keep on blowing me, that shit annoying, better ask the Lord to say your lies
Stop bringing up these other bitches, babe, you only want my type
Don't be with me, like fuck your friend
Pushing me away, just let me in
You know how it get, I'm on the same shit
Different day while I'm in my gym
Hey, if I give you a chance, don't blow it
Hey, pop out on the menu, you know it
I get the tweaking when I'm out of your purse
Don't make me mad, bullies, when they start throwing
Full of J, go make his face, go take his head off with his brain
I put all the kids on payroll, I know my niggas got aim
Know I'm stuck, but for you, I change
Give my love, my shit ain't basic
Why the fuck all these bitches the same?
Check out my shoes, ain't nothing I'm chasing
I'm trying to kill them right now, can't be patient
In the hair, the hell's got to move locations
Know y'all scared than the bitch when we seen this switch
Don't got it, then you start shaking
Well, the pride, they got me stuck right now
So I can't pick up cases
You don't know what this shit do to me
I swear my deal is racing
Amiri shoes and Palm Angels
You was mine, but now we strange
Niggas trying, he gon' die, blow my fire from every round (yeah)
Pop a Perc' to clear my mind, I just was hurt, but now I'm painless
Bounce and surfing, now I'm jacked, yeah, I come from dirt, but now I'm famous (yeah)
Writer(s): Tahj Javal Vaughn, Amman Nurani, Kameron Wolfel, Jayvon Crump, Mckenzie Haynes
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