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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Vocals
Brookbeatz
Programming
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
Marko Lenz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Mark Nikolaev
Songwriter
Mamaev Vladislav Andreevich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Marko Lenz
Producer
Brookbeatz
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Uh, uh (FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Let's raise the stakes (Let's raise the stakes)
He with me, he eatin', make sure I made his plate (Make sure I feed him)
Fortune times, I seen niggas get spanked, they ain't gotta say they grace
God, I wonder what make niggas think that they can play with me (That they can play with me)
Two of them got killed for every one bullet they spray to me (Every one bullet they spray to me)
Misery love company so my lil' brother with me, teeth gritting (You know he stay with me)
Sweating, rolling off his jigga, track a mill' to kill 'em
I done stepped for niggas, never showed me love, I loved them (I loved them)
Imagine knowing this shit set in stone but still won't crumble it (But still won't crumble it)
Imagine tryna shoot it out with us, we got a hundred sticks (You know we got a hundred sticks)
Niggas broke, his pistol stole the one Red killed they cousin with (The one they killed, grrr)
Roll over, play dead, wreck for the 'Gram, some of they other tricks (Some of they other trick)
I sit back and watch all of the rumors they be running with (All of the rumors they be running with)
All who been in involved won't call it off but it'll never quit (Shit, it'll never quit)
Whenever I bring it hard, she say, "Oh, boy, don't let it charge"
Yeah, as soon as he seen that Drac', all he could say was, "Oh my God" (Brr)
And if I wanna see his face it's gon' cost me three-hundred large
However it go, Lord, we make the police do they job (We make the police do they job)
However it go, Lord, you know I'm thugging 'til I'm gone (You know I'm thugging 'til I'm gone)
However it go, Lord, you know I'm riding for the cause (You know I'm riding for the cause)
However it go, Lord, I pop a level I'm a don (I pop a level I'm a don)
However it go, Lord, I pop a level I'm a don (I pop a level I'm a don)
Yeah
They won't see me cry, see I'm a shiner, I cry in diamonds (I cry in diamonds)
And just these chains alone that I got on four hundred thousand (Four hundred thousand)
And I won't vouch for shit else but the island we conniving
Riata drive, car game slimey, home of the shiners
And all the answers I got 'em any nigga want a problem (Any nigga want a problem)
Them hollows get to bussing all inside 'em like a condom (Grr)
You get hit with this kick, make you split open like piñatas (Make you split open like piñatas)
A nigga hate on me, I'ma fuck his favorite baby momma (I'ma fuck his favorite baby momma)
And we the ones been sliding through, dumping on y'all partners (Bah, bah)
Instead of getting in that car, you just got high and rapped about it
He knew he marked for death, he lost his self, choppa gon' find him (Choppa gon' find him)
And last night had a dream the devil caught me talking highly (He caught me talking highly)
About I had some ones, I sent him waiting on my arrival (I sent him waiting on my arrival)
The love ain't safe, nothin' made it away sliding through Riata (Sliding through Riata)
And humble yourself, nigga, you in the presence of the Dada (You in the presence of the Dada)
No matter what they say, can't take away what we accomplished
Yeah, as soon as he seen that Drac', all he could say was, "Oh my God" (Brr)
My lil' brother booked, they told me murder was his charged (Murder was his charged)
And if I wanna see his face it's gon' cost me three-hundred large
However it go, Lord, we make the police do they job (We make the police do they job)
However it go, Lord, you know I'm thugging 'til I'm gone (You know I'm thugging 'til I'm gone)
However it go, Lord, you know I'm riding for the cause (You know I'm riding for the cause)
However it go, Lord, I pop a level I'm a don (I pop a level I'm a don)
However it go, Lord, I pop a level I'm a don (I pop a level I'm a don)
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Mark Nikolaev, Vladislav Mamaev, William Eric Boyette, George A. Stone Iii
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