Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
James Mtume
Songwriter
Michael Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JasonMartin
Mixing Engineer
Juicy J
Producer
Rick Carson
Mastering Engineer
Crazy Mike
Producer
Lyrics
Play me some 80s, mane
Nigga, Taylor Gang niggas is different, bruh
Won't be out here dick-riding niggas and shit
Pause, real bosses, mane (yes, sir), yeah
Nigga made it out the hood, making plays in Hollywood (yeah)
Keep on grinding every day, gotta make sure family good (know it)
Didn't have it, grew up poor, these days I be thumbing through it
Trap nigga, pimp nigga, gangsters, that's my influence (uh-huh)
Rest in peace to Pimp C, I be on that good stuff
I got something at home thick as fuck, rolling my woods up
Know it's real, she took a charge for me, that's that hood love
Thought I was gon' fall off? You on good drugs
Why would I stop gettin' this money, lil' bitch, when they keep printin' it?
You forgot who run this shit, I'm here to jog your memory
My diamonds shine so bright, it's like they run off solar energy
I be blowin' gas, I just rolled up me a Christmas tree
Ho-ho-ho, who want smoke by my own fire?
Try stop me from bringin' home the bacon, you'll get hogtied
We don't play them games, young nigga got that switch, fuck your karate
They find your remains, white lady walkin' her dog gon' find your body
Don't wanna take it there, it's a long way to the top, I took the stairs
My success make haters sick, damn, my nigga, you don't look too well
Ain't no way to stop this shit, so a hating-ass nigga gon' say what they want
Still spendin' cake today from back in the day when a nigga sold tapes out the trunk
Nigga made it out the hood, making plays in Hollywood (yeah)
Keep on grinding every day, gotta make sure family good (know it)
Didn't have it, grew up poor, these days I be thumbing through it
Trap nigga, pimp nigga, gangsters, that's my influence (uh-huh)
Rest in peace to Pimp C, I be on that good stuff
I got something at home thick as fuck, rolling my woods up
Know it's real, she took a charge for me, that's that hood love
Thought I was gon' fall off? You on good drugs
Good buds, OG got me kushed up, so high you might look up
See me in the clouds, never comin' down, I look, plug
Just stepped out the strip club, just rolled a whole zip up
Good girl, but she want weed and liquor
Ridin' with the ones I'm always with, I never switch up
Gotta keep at least one down ass bitch, I call, she pick up
Gotta stand on business properly, toes, I'm on ten of 'em
This year, gotta write a Grammy speech in case I win one
I could show you how to be a G because I been one
She know how I like my joints, she roll me up a big one
Trap nigga, drug dealer, I'm the GOAT, nothin' realer
Two weeks, one villa, old M's, young niggas
Nigga made it out the hood, making plays in Hollywood (yeah)
Keep on grinding every day, gotta make sure family good (know it)
Didn't have it, grew up poor, these days I be thumbing through it
Trap nigga, pimp nigga, gangsters, that's my influence (uh-huh)
Rest in peace to Pimp C, I be on that good stuff
I got something at home thick as fuck, rolling my woods up
Know it's real, she took a charge for me, that's that hood love
Thought I was gon' fall off? You on good drugs
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North Memphis (the berg), North Memphis (the berg), North Memphis (the berg), North
North Memphis (the berg), North Memphis (the berg), North Memphis (the berg), North
North Memphis (the berg), North Memphis (the berg), North Memphis (the berg), North
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Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Edward Rameer Murray
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