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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Austin
Adam Austin
Songwriter
Chase Harrell
Chase Harrell
Songwriter

Lyrics

On a mission to get to the top spot They hate and throw dirt on my name Whole time you think you keeping up wit me But I'm playing a whole different game Niggas hate everyday wit a passion I can't fade it bruh that shit is lame Clutch under pressure Shooting my shot regardless Hit at the buzzer like Dame Imma ball Till I fall Cause it was times I didn't have it Niggas want me to stay average So I gotta turn up my savage Grind hard for the cash and carrots Hoes mad I won't lower my standards Bands make her dance she not even a dancer Why won't I wife you there is ya answer Yea uh It was times I was falling I depended on you to be there for me You left me hanging all your actions guided by jealousy It all make since now I remember my grandma telling me It's at your lowest when you find out who really got your back Whole time they frenemies gotta cut them off I can't go for that Don't want apologies keep it to yourself cause I won't turn back The best revenge is when you getting money So that's why I chase that sack Oooouuuu and I'm that nigga now I know you thought when you crossed me it was gone keep me down Whole time that lesson taught me Careful who you keep around Now I don't trust nobody Heart cold as a freezer now Can't believe I put you on Wish I knew it from the start That you was gonna do me wrong I put up with all your bullshit and your lies for too long It was hard to move on But now I know It's at your lowest when you find out who really got your back Whole time they frenemies gotta cut them off I can't go for that
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