Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilquel Lara
Wilquel Lara
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emmanuel Posadas
Emmanuel Posadas
Producer
Mertz
Mertz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was posted on the block for a long time Feel like death was coming and I was waiting in line She asked me why I'm crying 'cause I'm traumatized She asked me why I'm lying I don't gotta lie I'll stick to selling lean before I ever sell my soul I was trapping on a bike and that's for sure for sure I was down and on my dick and had no where to go Selling two for fives I swear to god that shit my only hope I got my rickety racks up I like to trap with no passport Mike Amiri I'm a rockstar But you never been in no drop top But you pull up make the block hot Can't fuck with niggas that talk a lot I'ma keep making these M's Stack it and make it again I did this shit by myself, I never needed no help, yeah yeah I let them racks come in stack 'em right on the shelf Can't fuck with these niggas I had to learn had to manage my time the right way Lil one got shot found out who it was and then got popped the same day Ain't no fuck nigga if he want smoke give me all the beef I stand ten toes I ain't no hoe they got my loyalty Say no one time they didn't turn they fucking back on me Ain't got no time on me I been out the bank too frequently I was posted on the block for a long time Feel like death was coming and I was waiting in line She asked me why I'm crying 'cause I'm traumatized She asked me why I'm lying I don't gotta lie I, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I was posted on the block for a long time Feel like death was coming and I was waiting in line She asked me why I'm crying 'cause I'm traumatized She asked me why I'm lying I don't gotta lie
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