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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RW 5ive
RW 5ive
Performer
Yksteexy
Yksteexy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LaBrandon Preston Jr
LaBrandon Preston Jr
Songwriter
Artin Jones
Artin Jones
Songwriter
Jomaro Djau
Jomaro Djau
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G. "Fly" Henry
G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer
MaroPipeditUP
MaroPipeditUP
Producer
WAVCREW
WAVCREW
Producer

Lyrics

We been torturing em’ from months
Drivin' too much hot shit, uh
Finally caught a live one, yea
I go camo cup that’s cream,
X rapper, get me inside that mode
Tryna down my strive, inside yo raps
Catch a rapper his ass get clapped
It’s been a lot of shit on my mental
Tryna go Cartier, on my lenses
These **** dreamin' like they really one of us
But we the ones who invented em’, huh
I heard a lot from the mic but I can't even take it no more
I can't do it no more, yeah
I just be stuck in my mind thinking about the future no waiting on em’
It's too much pain inside my body I mix my pain with crank
I'ma find my way with somethin'
I ain't have to be fake or nothin'
I keep my gen everywhere I go, I even bathe with one
A lot of stuff that drain my energy
I'm too high they can't even get to me
Fuck my high school they tryna exempt me
I'm the one turned up they county
I got more doubt than all my peers
All I gotta do is wake up and just count it
I remember days when I was just bummy
They cropped me out I was rockin' a way out
I had a girl that really helped me out I was doing a lot of shit that's out of bounds (Okay)
Rhyming shit don't even matter cause I got everybody looking at me now
I been paying attention to everything I'm saying I'm big influence (ah)
Money conversation with my bros I know it's a lotta stuff going on within our life
Then supporters want us to drop
Life a mind game, I'm tryna live right
I can't even lie, I don't feel right
So many aspirations my thumb gotta see what them millions feel like
Big ass .556 come through your window I'ma get a team wipe
Fucking em’ up we been dropping hit back to back
Since he think life is a game, if you tryna run up
I'ma drop em, this G-flex my battle pack
I did a lot ain’t even popped my big one
If we really talkin’ bout goats, I been one
‘06 work out, I'm gone sit on it
I'm tryna do my job
He just ain’t catch that lob
I been out here lost
 
We been torturing em’ from months
Drivin' too much hot shit, uh
Finally caught a live one, yea
I go camo cup that’s cream,
X rapper, get me inside that mode
Tryna down my strive, inside yo raps
Catch a rapper his ass get clapped
It’s been a lot of shit on my mental
Tryna go Cartier, on my lenses
These **** dreamin' like they really one of us
But we the ones who invented em’, huh
I heard a lot from the mic but I can't even take it no more
I can't do it no more, yeah
I just be stuck in my mind thinking about the future no waiting on em’
 
Me and YK the hardest in the A, we not doing debating no more
I reached a different level with the drank, I don't feel like sipping on quagen no more
We pushing north 2025, won't be long before it be on the floor
Finna pack got shows all the way in Baltimore we finna have motion galore
Long long way from the block
Can't lie I ain't think I'd pop
Bump Fye Drac with the stock
Pass it to bro, tell him keep shooting till it stop
Whole team shootin’, everyone get the ball
Everybody eating aint no need for me to hog
Work the Cadillac down I85
Stee keeping up inside a GTR
Back then used to shop DTLR
Ain't kno years later, I’d turn to a star
Every million I do I'ma go get a car
Fore’ long I'ma need a brand new garage
Can't take a L, I got way too much pride
Standing on ten, bout each one of the guys
Can't water my music down and tell no lies
It’s never no cap or facade
All these Glocks in the yo like the pawn shop
Box on the back don't even let the gun stop
I done made so much money this year, the bros go to jail right now they gettin' bonded out
My voice so powerful, infinite money, glitch, I don't think it'll run out
I ain't doin' no chores, but this label send a few thousand just for my allowance
Huh, yeah, we made a name let's do it, uh, and we doin' stuff out the normal
They sayin' our name round-the-world, huh, and they beggin' us for performance
And we keepin' strap Josh Norman, and he gon' get hung like a ornament
Your crew race him out, let's meet up and die, we might as well have us a tournament
 
We been torturing em’ from months
Drivin' too much hot shit, uh
Finally caught a live one, yea
I go camo cup that’s cream,
X rapper, get me inside that mode
Tryna down my strive, inside yo raps
Catch a rapper his ass get clapped
It’s been a lot of shit on my mental
Tryna go Cartier, on my lenses
These **** dreamin' like they really one of us
But we the ones who invented em’, huh
I heard a lot from the mic but I can't even take it no more
I can't do it no more, yeah
I just be stuck in my mind thinking about the future no waiting on em’
Written by: Artin Jones, Jomaro Djau, LaBrandon Preston Jr
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