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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
John Steven McGee
John Steven McGee
Composer
Johnny Stokes
Johnny Stokes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
$K
$K
Producer
Johnny Stokes
Johnny Stokes
Producer
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Recording Engineer
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I made history, you told that Realest shit I wrote in my notepad Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack Put that shit on wax, you know 'bout the grind I put in work in that overtime Clocking in at 9, clocking out at 9 Cut the motherfuckin' cheque, get to shoppin' now Here we go again, smoke up 'til the sunny sky I ain't been to sleep since the other night My baby know I'm always late to supper times So she leave it in the stove with the oven light on Keep it warm for a nigga 'til I'm back home Put it to my mouth like a saxophone Batphone, text on the Samsung And the realest shit I wrote was a ransom Young, handsome nigga with a hand full of money I blow it baby, if you bust a dance move Drive my tyre in Miami Vice on a boat Blazin', no tyres, no buttons, just my tattoos How I'm feelin', play like I invented I brought the old me back for new beginnings Where we from now make it to my lifespan And you could blame my daddy if I'm actin' light skinned I made history, you told that Realest shit I wrote in my notepad Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack My ambitions in designer, Dolce & Gabanna All this courtesy champagne while I'm shoppin' Got a nigga thrown, I'm 'bout buy the whole store In the dressin' room, bitch keep peakin' through the door Bathroom break, prolly' sneakin', geekin' on the low Skiin' through the slopes, one thing is for sure You ain't gotta say yes if I offer you the drugs I'm a bad influence but I'm better than I was, baby Used to hit the dirty money with the suds Now I walk over the road, big show in the club, baby My mama tell me never fear no one Grab the blunt by the neck and I chokeslam Might show up to the beach with my own sand I brought the whole thing and these hoes in Kurt Cobain, you know where the shot go I just need a refill, I'm tryna reload I made history, you told that Realest shit I wrote in my notepad Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
Writer(s): Brian Collins, John Mcgee, John Stoles, Pierre Senecal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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