Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dimitri D Beverly
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pockets bulging on my galleries, you know I got a loaf
Just pussy does not flatter me, lil' bitch, you is a ho
Stickin' to my strategy, I gotta play my role Like, bitch, you can't be mad at me when I'm
Just tryna grow And everything I went through
That's what made me who I am Like, how you say you love me
BBut you play me, you my fam? Know these niggas hatin
When they scrollin' through my gram That's why every time that check clear
I'ma do my dance
Bitches at my shows tryna suck it through my pants
Fuckin' up her schedule I put dick all in her plans Can't fuck with no Diddy shit
But we still makin' them bands They fuckin' up the city
Please no fentynol for my friends
And I can tell you my story
No guts, no glory Countin' me out like Tory
Last minute Robert Horry Gettin' rings from different teams
Just isn't for me I kept it real and put my dawgs even before me
God forgive me, learned this from the ones before me
Just have mercy on my soul, I tell you, Lord, please
Stayed down for a long time In this California sunshine
All it take is grind plus time Life I want can become mine
And I can tell you my story No guts, no glory
Countin' me out like Tory Last minute Robert Horry
On my mama, I was made for this shit All the sacrifices I done made for this shit
I'ma roll the dice, hit a eighter, hit a six, gotta
Gamble on yourself, might make a nigga rich I was down, I had to take a nigga's shit
Rob trap, scam, break a nigga, bitch We tryna make it in this bitch
Tell her I'm like Vegas with the chips Whatever it take, I'm with the shits
Look, I came too far to turn back now I squabble up, I ain't gon' back down
Nigga tell around here, you can't come back 'round
Ain't no way to shake that paper trail, that's your background
Niggas told me it was love, start switchin' up
Used all they air that's in my lungs, I ain't givin' up
I can't stop, I can't quit, cause I ain't did enough
And ain't no smut up on my name, try to dig it up
In California, staying down till my niggas up
Break down the whole pound and get my digits up
When niggas talk about the truth, they gon' mention us
Free my nigga Tory, can't believe he took that prison bus
Stayed down for a long time, in this California sunshine
All it take is grind plus time, life I want can become mine
And I can tell you my story, no guts, no glory
Counting me out like Tory, last minute Robert Horry
Tory, last minute Robert Horry
Last minute Robert Horry
Writer(s): Dimitri Beverly
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