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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Daniel Way
Daniel Way
Songwriter
Declan Roberts
Declan Roberts
Songwriter
Tarik Johnston
Tarik Johnston
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Way9
Way9
Producer
Decster
Decster
Producer
Rvssian
Rvssian
Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
robbie soukiasyan
robbie soukiasyan
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better 'Member when I was broke Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat Probably fried or put up on the dope Never had money, so I got the bag and went dummy Had shit to cop up with my notes, freestylin' quotes Came from the bottom, it's possible, over work was my approach These niggas ghosts Stick to the ones that gon' love you for you, if not, you're gon' be toast Niggas be jokes, gotta stay woke They want my spot, that's why I do the most This off the dome, sometimes, I tend to roam But I can't leave it 'lone, they got me coast to coast Still check in a lot to make sure mama proud Clearin' two hundred fifty, Rolling Loud Been sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds Still, I don't know how My friends tell me they miss me, "Tjay, can you drown? Please don't play around Focus on your sound, put on for the towns" Tryna mix pieces I can't pronounce Pockets clutchin' up, man, I can't frown Thankin', "Lord, why You do it for me? Know it's many who see, now let's never go down Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Those just federal walls, I seen that before ('fore) I'm so gone, oh God, I don't cry no more (more, oh) Fake shit tear me down, all way to my core (my core) Play for the second time 'round, no, I don't need that whore Tell 'em to try it again, them niggas, they thought I was finished, yeah Pullin' right up in a Benz, I gotta make sure that they hear me, yeah (ooh) Tell 'em, "I don't need no friends," I'm runnin' up all the millions Got my back, I don't need no hand, we swerve on all them niggas Have 'em spray the fan in front of my fam', I'll have 'em up all the switches I ain't showin' my hand, part of my plan, I'm handlin' all the business And I handle her too, they just salt me down, I seen that before I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Writer(s): Tarik Luke Johnston, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Declan Joseph Roberts, Tione Merritt, Oswaldo Jose Rangel, Daniel Way Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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