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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scorey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bakari Ward
Songwriter
Ethan Carr
Songwriter
Harry Potter
Songwriter
Adrian Stoica
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WIZARDMCE
Producer
Ethan Carr
Co-Producer
TOXICPLUG
Co-Producer
Anthony Vega
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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Take off like airplanes, like slaves, we wear chains
Drive-by, I'm bare-faced, Remmie don't care, chase
Wait 'til it's time, slide with a new Glock and a pair of skates
Lil' bro let shots fly, if they shot by, that's a fair trade
He tried, got knocked by one of my pipes, now he scared straight
Ever since they got by one of my guys, I want their brains
Made it to the top, now it ain't funny, let it marinate, oh
Ain't talkin' money, need a hearing aid, woah
And now I'm top dog, got mob ties since a feathеr weight
I can't get tied down to thе block, I had to separate
Married to the money, I bought champagne and a wedding ring
Got it out the mud, if I hear shots ring, I'ma let it bang
I came from thuggin' on the dark side you would never hang
This Rock 'n' Roll, you hear that sharp cry when that metal sing
Teri ten toes, I heard his mom cry at his sentencing
Pressure, she tremblin', he never said a thing
Take off like airplanes, like slaves, we wear chains
Drive-by, I'm bare-faced, Remmie don't care, chase
Wait 'til it's time, slide with a new Glock and a pair of skates
Lil' bro let shots fly, if they shot by, that's a fair trade
He tried, got knocked by one of my pipes, now he scared straight
Ever since they got by one of my guys, I want their brains
Made it to the top, now it ain't funny, let it marinate, oh
Ain't talkin' money, need a hearing aid, woah
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Writer(s): Bakari Ward, Harry Ismail Alexander H B S Potter, Adrian Stoica, Ethan Carr
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