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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Roddy
Performer
Shante Franklin
Rap
Alex Washington
Rap
Roderick Brisco
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Alex Washington
Songwriter
Roderick Brisco
Songwriter
David Garcia Garci-Nuño
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cookin Soul
Producer
Lyrics
Ya, this only for the big dogs
Get bags, no pause
Hit the weed, lift off
Hop in the coup, scratch off
Keep it real, that's law
We done made it this far
Through ups and downs I stayed down
Life is like a seesaw
Push weight like a rebar
Nightmares from what we saw
Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard
Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on
Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on
(Uh) reporting live where them niggas sling that fire
Life in the jungle man, that's always do or die
They pray you fall short, they tryna take your spot
Without no black mask, they let them bullets fly
Word on the block, they say it's no lonely at the top
Fuck fame, ' wrote the modern day Pac
Ain't talkin bitches when I tell you, take your shot'
Aim for the stars, don't lose faith, that's all we got
Besides my drako, my scale and my halo
They killed the only boy I know, she gained an angel
On my block the cops rush from all angles
They want to stay the heat, they serving hard labor
Born sinner, count my blessing God gave me
They born killers, swear to God them boys crazy
Teachers say we won't ever get our diplomas
Neighbors say we won't ever get off that corner
This only for the big dogs
Get bags, no pause
Hit the weed, lift off
Hop in the coup, scratch off
Keep it real, that's law
We done made it this far
Through ups and downs I stayed down
Life is like a seesaw
Push weight like a rebar
Nightmares from what we saw
Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard
Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on
Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on
This that 911 Porsche Carrera talk (whippin)
Niggas hating on us cause they know we on (fuck em)
XD 45 to keep the haters off
Only for the big dogs, little homie be gone
Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on
Looking past the peons, never die, we gon' ride on em for some eons (forever)
Getting to the bags like a Brinks truck
Tinted whips, bulletproof coupes, that's how we rollin up
Too real, never foldin up
Hit the bank, make withdrawals nigga like we hold it up (give me all of that)
Been gone for a minute but ain't nothin changed (nothin changed)
Pockets got deeper, copped a few new chains (new chains)
Popped back on the scene, new jacks lookin at me strange (huh?)
Like they don't know my name, you'll never know my pain (never)
Look me in my eyes, realize we ain't the same (ain't the same)
Real OG, be low key in my own lane
This only for the big dogs
Get bags, no pause
Hit the weed, lift off
Hop in the coup, scratch off
Keep it real, that's law
We done made it this far
Through ups and downs I stayed down
Life is like a seesaw
Push weight like a rebar
Nightmares from what we saw
Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard
Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on
Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on
Never switch, I struck it rich
Perfect example of this
Sampled a taste of the paper and got addicted to that shit
I cliqued up with the same ol' not fuckin around crew
Heist executed for lootin, let it sit for a year or two
In the cooler buried beneath the shed, we keep the gardening tools
They set it up for us to lose, but we ignored the rules
Enrolled in college just to come through the campus fresh n shoot pool with my partners
Bitches watching us and taking notes
Wasn't hard to tell I wouldn't be around that long
I'm on the road to the dough
That boy get crazy high and he set them crazy high goals
No wonder that them hoes chose
It's an easy decision when winners enter the building
We bring our furs in December, bring our sports cars in August
Porsche Targas, Murcielagos
We give Corvettes to shooters they Dodge Chargers
Circle of bosses, all about increasing the profit margin at all costs
This only for the big dogs
Get bags, no pause
Hit the weed, lift off
Hop in the coup, scratch off
Keep it real, that's law
We done made it this far
Through ups and downs I stayed down
Life is like a seesaw
Push weight like a rebar
Nightmares from what we saw
Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard
Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on
Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on
Writer(s): Shante Scott Franklin, Alex Washington, Roderick E Brisco, David Garcia Nuno
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