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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allstar JR
Performer
Peezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Ford
Songwriter
Phillip Glen Earl Peaks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flex
Producer
Lyrics
I ain't made it yet, I still fuck with the fiends
I got so much rank that in my hood, they treat me like a king
Get a million for an EP, fuck doin' shit for free
I ain't payin' for no killings, they gon' do it 'cause it's me
Got a crew of youngins sweepin' shit up like they Mr. Clean
I'm a ghetto- ass ****, clean my ice with Listerine
You a pillow talkin' ass, ****, you might tell every thing
I been fuckin' on these famous hoes, this shit was just a dream
Ayy, I ain't made it yet, I'll be there in fifteen
**** want three thousand beans, ridin' dirty, sippin' clean
I'ma get a bag, ****, all my clothes from overseas
He ain't bought no ice in years, tell that **** go to sleep
Know these **** extra, but I know it ain't no pressure
Know they sleepin' on the twin size, ain't no dresser
Every time I post on Instagram, that shit depressin'
You want a million milligrams, ****, I'm in Texas
Put ass and titties on my bitch, I call her my investment
Soda half a turkey wing and collard greens, but I ain't have no dresser
Every time I post on Instagram, these bitches get to textin'
We can meet outside of any mall, let's see who get the freshest
If you meetin' me in Louis, that's a couple bands extra
I'm in the fittin' room over by the men's section
If we meetin' in Atlanta, then I'm over by Grady
Mad as hell these **** got me servin' out the 580
When I'm wrong I buy my bitch Chanel 'cause she a cry baby
I spent a half a mil' on two whips like, 'Fuck the 580'
I fuck your hoe so good, I make her throw away that vibrator
You can't get up with me, the chance is slim, I think you **** shady
I'm in a Lamb' truck with two hoes, we all on one thing
Hit the road, walk through a few doors, make thirty- five K
Thank God, every day I ain't them **** I hate
If I can't sell it in the hood, then I can flip it, Tri-state
Go anywhere, I know I'm good, got a million dollar face
I touched down without no entourage, just brought a bunch of pape
Punch a pussy **** teeth out, don't be playin' in my face man
Drunk as hell behind the wheel, I'm swervin' like I can't drive
Buy the old school, I spent ten thousand on a paint job
We the ones who still havin' motion on the paper side
Jealous ass **** crackin' jokes on the haterside
Meanwhile, they workin' shitty jobs, barely gettin' by
Meanwhile, I'm countin' fifty thou' eatin' chili fries
Heard a **** tagged me on the 'Gram, got hospitalized
All white boys pullin' up on me, I done gentrified
You the **** finished in the club, I identify
Magic City, got a sixty out us it's just me and P
We can't lose this footage **** get this shit on DVD
Million dollar **** still ask to use your EBT
Know these **** rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street
Know these **** rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street
Million dollar **** still ask to use your EBT
Written by: Jeremy Ford, Phillip Glen Earl Peaks