Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. M. Brough
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, still laying bricks down day to day
To try to pave my road for a better way
And try to pave a road for some bigger pay
Thank God I got my shit straight anyway
Kneel a bigger bag befor it's too late
Get a side hustle, keep Sam out your Kool-Aid
That ain't my uncle, I'm black, I'm finna get paid
Don't get mad if they block it, just charge it to the game
The triple beam
Uh, the rules to the game so triff
You'll spend life flying kites if you don't fly right
Behind bars, life for black life like rolling a dice
Have it all planned, or its measure once, cut twice
Hmm, what do you think? How does that feel
2023 game god keepin' it real
This the B-side of exit 22 on yo ass
Hit the gas, spin the ass, get cash and spend it fast
Look
Fuck how they feel about you, keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Fuck how they feel, keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Fuck what they say and feel about you, keep it solid
Uh, no soft, no salad bar
Fuck how they feel, just keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
In the car gassed up
I'm on my way to work, I got a day job
The streets wasn't moving like before, I need to save up
I had to stop drinking jimmy and stop snorting cocaine
No problem solving for others, that strain on my brain
When there's drank on my brain, I swear I be fucking up
Diving in a bag of donuts while I'm pouring up a cup
Rick James couldn't fuck with Rice, I put that on my chucks
Eight ball a night, I'm Scarface'n nigga, raw as fuck
Uh, a little partying don't make me none
Plus that A1 make you feel number one
Have you feeling like Superman, standing on top of the sun
Be doing dumb shit with my brain all numb
Uh, here it come
The part of my ego that gets me in trouble
The part of my ego that makes people hate me
The part of my ego that makes friendships shaky
It was cool till people in my life started to shake me
Fuck how they feel about you, keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Fuck how they feel, keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Fuck what they say and feel about you, keep it solid
Uh, no soft, no salad bar
Fuck how they feel, just keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Aiming to clean my life, I hit every target
You want a Benz? I wanna buy up big-ass apartments
You cool with friends, I turn friends to bro and sis close
You can't get your time back
If you wasted on people that you
Don't call your friends, so turn them close like they kinfolk
And if they get money with you, that's really dope
Opposite of hate it... I love it
When you put the work in to better your circle
And everybody reciprocates it
Fuck how they feel about you, keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Fuck how they feel, keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Fuck what they say and feel about you, keep it solid
Uh, no soft, no salad bar
Fuck how they feel, just keep it solid
Yeah, no soft, no salad
Writer(s): R. M. Brough
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