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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adnan Khan
Songwriter
Francis Lopez Varela
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Badmarks
Producer
Menace
Producer
Santo
Producer
Lyrics
(It's a Menace Beat, boy)
Michael Jordan, 23 (ooh)
I'm too street for industry (ooh)
Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no
I been guilty for your love, and I plead now
Take the stress out, this my lean cup (ooh-ooh)
Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (ooh)
I took all the L's, still ain't givin' up
For to get this shit, I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'
She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan"
Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums
Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs
That I only got myself, you not my kind
You, you are too cool
Come get what I need, then I'm through
I see you like me, I like you too
And I like the money, I know you do
Expedition
Got a new stick, new clip for the tension
Make them youngins wet the whole block if you mention me
People hatin' on me, and you act like you ain't seein' it
Better not let me find out you a frenemy
Brother always said, "How your friend turn to enemy?"
Them niggas know I said what I said, they plan on endin' me
Money always keep a nigga calm like it's Ketamine
Young nigga pull up in Saint Laurent, look like he sellin' ki's
Push start, wireless keys (ooh)
Flyback in Carson, shawty overseas
Tell her, "Bring me back some Louis V, and some Bape clothes"
I pour up syrup inside my drank, and ain't no taste gone
Shawty got that check, and she left, guess her love gone
Wet up a whole block with that TEC, and then they get gone
I can't get cloned, known to spin 'round
They gon' speak on us 'til I put flex down
She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan"
Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums
Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs
That I only got myself, you not my kind
You, you are too cool
Come get what I need, then I'm through
I see you like me, I like you too
And I like the money, I know you do
Michael Jordan, 23 (ooh)
I'm too street for industry (ooh)
Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no
I been guilty for your love, and I plead now
Take the stress out, this my lean cup (ooh-ooh)
Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (ooh)
I took all the L's, still ain't givin' up
For to get this shit, I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Adnan Kahn, Jason Goldberg, Francis Lopez Varella, Marco Stella
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