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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ray Vaughn
Vocals
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rory Behr
Songwriter
Devin Malik
Songwriter
Rayvon Welch
Songwriter
Edgar Panford Nabeyin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rory Behr
Recording Engineer
Devin Malik
Producer
Nabeyin
Producer
Arnulfo Reyes III
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Engineer
Devin Ragsdale
Assistant Engineer
Bert Gervis
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Heard somebody say that I was changin' up
Imagine how I'd be if I gave a fuck
Ooh
[Verse 1]
Talk yo' shit, you know the devil is a liar and a freak bitch
Momma told me, "Watch yo' partners, homie, keep ya' focus"
How you gon' use my bed, but don't pay rent? Never, nah
I'm rippin' them covers off
Keep cool, keep the oven off, don't pull my rubber off
My bitch back home been tellin' me I was the shit, that bitch ain't never wrong
Ain't poppin' no Percs, but I'm havin' a real good feelin'
This mornin' a 2-piece, no wonder my arms hurt
I'm livin' a field trip
Wherever the wheel go, ain't got shit on my mind but that shit on my mind, I'm good
[Chorus]
Wrinkles on our face ain't a thang to us
Imagine how I'd be if I gave a fuck
Ooh
And it don't stop, and it don't quit, yeah
Heard somebody say that I was changin' up
Imagine how I'd be if I gave a fuck
Ooh (It's Vaughn)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Momma said that we can't have company 'cause the crib had roaches
Throw a party for the hopeless
I'm in love with the low end, I'm in love wit' commotion
Doublin' up the doses for copin'
You know the pain gettin' magnified, so they smoke till they baggy-eyed
I'm wit' a bitch who gon' treat that dick like a pacifier
And I been prayin' I'm the last to die
'Cause lil' baby tryna snort a mountain, she a whole accountant
So much money, I got bored wit' countin'
From a place where they board up houses, road blocks, ain't no way around it
Cocaine give 'em super powers, gettin' high off they own supply
All my opps gettin' posterized, and all my enemies multiplied
And all my bitches look photoshopped, oh my God
One is from East Chatt, she keep her mouth shut
Quiet girl with a loud blunt
In the windows of her soul tinted, the club, I'm still shootin' Cole Bennett
Yeah, I could but I won't stop
And I don't stop, I'm a robot
Black Air Forces, no socks
Gunshots and it's no cops
Black don't crack so we don't got
[Chorus]
Wrinkles on our face ain't a thang to us
Imagine how I'd be if I gave a fuck
Ooh
And it don't stop, and it don't quit, yeah
Heard somebody say that I was changin' up
Imagine how I'd be if I gave a fuck
Ooh
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Devin Malik, Edgar Panford Nabeyin, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rayvon Welch, Rico Wade, Rory Behr