Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Nanks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan McDonald
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timeless
Producer
Lyrics
Ayy, same day same block
We gone die here, and we ain't moving nowhere, so we got steel
It's three things we can't get back
It's my niggas and that time and tilt
Being broke was embarrassing, the hood was like heroin
Addicted to the game but we ain't sitting up playing Madden
Street nigga hand me my guitar, you'll still hear the pain from me
I'm a neighborhood popstar
It's been hard for me to think I got some blockage on my mind
Know these boulders in my simply hard to tell the time
I been working for some years, so you can
Say I'm on my grind
Getting closer to the life but I don't mean that like to shine
If you see a man on the mountain you getting fucked there
Got work and tell your bro, that you ain't up there
All these heartbreaking images, memories over scrimmages
Me and Cap we tell over bunch of worlds, yeah yeah
Ayy, tell the dealership it's all there
And tell the opps it's always up there
Made it out my projects, that's so rare
It was always caskets and jail cells
It's been so hard for me to think 'cause I got bodies on my mind
I got Rolex, I can't snitch 'cause I won't even tell the time
Won't chnage the color of my hair but all my niggas still dying
I can't commit to no bitch, but all we know is commit crime
Yeah, I'm done asking for more time
All these things stuck on my mind
I think I'll walk through that door
Cross my heart then hit the floor
I get too many bottoms it's getting harder to ignore
Shawty fight with me, winner walk right through the door
Too many love songs I think my heart is getting sore
Too many love songs it crossed my heart and hit the floor
Ayy, same day same block
We gon' die here, and we ain't moving nowhere, so we got steel
It's three things we can't get back
It's my niggas and that time and tilt
Being broke was embarrassing, the hood was like heroin
Addicted to the game but we ain't sitting up playing Madden
Street nigga hand me my guitar, you'll still hear the pain from me
I'm a neighborhood popstar
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