Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Dalajon Jones
Songwriter
Quamaine Jones
Songwriter
Lyrics
O'Yeah O'Yeah O'Yeah
My nigga Quamie know the studio in and out in and out
O'Yeah O'Yeah O'Yeah (Ooo, aye)
O'Yeah O'Yeah
We coming different
We coming different cause we elevated above all these niggas I promise
Been thinking bout splurge to flourish in lavish shit
But I gotta keep stacking up for my family shit
Gotta take the name farther then it's ever been
Take it to higher heights higher then the highest end
Diving in head first ain't scared of nothing
I know they gone feel me
At least that's what my momma say
Gotta keep a look out right there where my momma stay
Cause the streets demons feasting over where momma be
I been thinking bout schemes and elaborations
Rushing the process the masterpiece always coming so we patient
So in relation
I'd rather be patience
And stack up all my chip and watch my commas start spacing
I been thinking bout a better route
Gotta make my momma proud
So I gotta make it out
Gotta make my OG proud
Bet I'm bout to make it out
Keep my eyes up on the game
Yeah we bout to stake it out
Cause most of us don't make it out
We bout to run the game up
Bout to fuck a chain up
Gotta stack our chip up
So we could yeah
Bout to run the game up
Bout to Fuck a chain up
Gotta stack our chip
So we could yeah
Bout to run the game up
Bout to fuck a chain up
So we could stack our chip up
We bout to aye
We bout to run the game up
Bout to fuck a chain up
Bout to stack our chip up
Yeah we could run it up
I don't know where my mind been but I found it
Hard for my enemies to breathe in my lil surroundings
Feet never touch the ground so I could never be grounded
Demons been tryna chase me down I'm feeling surrounded
Opened up my mind to the grind and I started winning
Take the easy route
My nigga are you kidding
I'm focused on the finish
Beginning middle and ending
I'll hustle til I buckle
And my knees are far from finished
Please give me a second sit back relax
My feet in the sand til my skin turn black
See I'm loyal to the soil ain't no dirt in me
And I'll shoot em from the shoulders that's the G in me
But you could never really fuck with me
And that's in just all honesty
I'm really just a prodigy
You should see the team I got round me
We built it up from the mud
Dirt under our nails come and take a closer look
We bout to run the game up
Bout to fuck a chain up
Gotta stack our chip up
So we could yeah
Bout to run the game up
Bout to Fuck a chain up
Gotta stack our chip
So we could yeah
Bout to run the game up
Bout to fuck a chain up
So we could stack our chip up
We bout to aye
We bout to run the game up
Bout to fuck a chain up
Bout to stack our chip up
Yeah we could run it up
Writer(s): Jeremiah Jones
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