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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover, Jr.
John Groover, Jr.
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Songwriter
Carl "Chucky" Thompson
Carl "Chucky" Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike N Keys
Mike N Keys
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Jessi 'LYRIVELLI' Siri
Jessi 'LYRIVELLI' Siri
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Started with a nickel bag of regular green I'm tryna do some shit they never seen, they told us never dream, uh Tried to kill our dream, never dream, uh Told us never dream, uh, uh, uh Started with a nickel bag of regular green I'm tryna do some shit they never seen, they told us never dream I woke up, everything was broke, even family members Got nominations I receive somethin' the Grammys send us Grams, we split 'em, break 'em down and sell the whole thing (Whole thing) It's hard to give advice to a youngin' just got a gold chain He don't wanna hear that shit, he touchin' paper I told him where I'm at, it's quiet ain't gotta cuss my neighbors I told him never trust a snake and never love a hater Nigga, we tryna be Kobe, just not another Laker We need property, like Rick Ross, sittin' on a hundred acres Them Swiss rolls for dinner used to have my stomach achin' (Hmm) I told him, "Keep some lawyer money in case a case come up" Some niggas get to stealin', try to duck some lay it up If they been down, make sure they 'round to dap your paper up If niggas ain't buyin' no plates, we just gon' eighth 'em up School was never in my plans, I couldn't wait to cut Watchin' niggas spend they last, while I was savin' up I watched whole families get boxed like the Brady bunch Spent so much time down, can't wait to feel the day we up Can't make this up I can't make this up, I can't make this up (I can't) Look, I can't make this up, I can't make this up (For real) Nah, I can't make this up, I can't make this up (For real) I can't make this up, I can't make this up (Uh) Really speak my life, when I get a beat From Jones to Venice beach, don't know who this feelin' reach (Don't know) I feel complete, remove the roof so I can feel the breeze The hoodie is still Céline, this foreign a real machine I'm eatin' lumpia, the chef in from the Philippines Take his top off, hard to intervene with a guillotine (Uh) If he ain't touch a dub yet, his pickets is still a teen It's Future, I never liked you or Michael shit, that Billie Jean (Uh) Me and you cannot relate, we into different things (Different) I move like this, you move like that, see, we got different skins (See) These denim tears, no these is Levi's, these is different jeans Some one at weed, someone at coke, shit, we had different fiends (Uh) Pick a team and we can bet it Niggas pay attention 'cause I said it One life, I won't regret it (I won't) I can't make this up, it ain't a fairytale Ours bread was very stale I know they feel my shit in every jail, uh I can't make this up, I can't make this up (I can't) I can't make this up, I can't make this up (My life) Nah, I can't make this up, I can't make this up I can't make this up, I can't make this up (Uh) I can't make this up, I can't make this up I can't make this up, I can't make this up I can't make this up, I can't make this up (Uh) I can't make this up, I can't make this up Can't make this up I can't make this up, I can't make this up Tood bad the niggas don't really know Ain't around to tell 'em, niggas how it went I can't make this up True story, reality I can't make this up
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Faith Evans, Sean Combs, Carl Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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