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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoneySign Suede
Vocals
Wallie the Sensei
Vocals
Eddy Cypress Moreno
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddy Cypress Moreno
Songwriter
Jamie Brugada Valdez
Songwriter
Leon Krol
Songwriter
Traquan Tyson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddy Cypress Moreno
Producer
Will Steller
Mixing Engineer
LNK
Producer
Nuki
Producer
Picaso
Executive Producer
TK Kimbro
Executive Producer
Lyrics
(Cypress on the beat, fuck nigga)
(Cypress)
I've done a lot of shit, I don't know if I'll see the Heaven gates
But while I'm here, I'll be on top, I'll always elevate
They gon' judge you, they ain't gon' help you put food on your plate
Yeah, that shit hurt, but in this life, you learn to eliminate
They tried to knock me down a couple times, but I'm still in play
I'm tryna stay out the way, but when it's time, we gon' regulate
It's been a minute, I want lean in my lemonade
They didn't know how to step, showed the park, had to demonstrate
Suede always up to somethin', that nigga up to somethin'
You better appreciate the real ones 'cause niggas always bluffin'
I don't wanna talk, we're not havin', get a bag exchanged
Baby, we can have a good time, but I don't do no lovin'
I don't do the cuffin', no, but you gon' love the fuckin'
I'll fuck you while I play my song and get you used to cummin'
Get you used to winnin', she ain't used to this
All her ex past niggas didn't move like this
He a lil' nigga, he a lil' boy
But you should probably go over there 'cause I don't got no joy
She wanna slide with a real nigga and pull up in a foreign
You say you wanna make a bag, well, tell me where we're goin'
Made it out of nothin', I'm a product of the slums
They ain't care about me, so I ain't showin' no love
I made it out of nothin', I'm a product of the slums
They ain't care about me, so I ain't showin' no love
I've done a lot of shit, I don't know if I'll see the Heaven gates
But while I'm here, I'll be on top, I'll always elevate
They gon' judge you, they ain't gon' help you put food on your plate
Yeah, that shit hurt, but in this life, you learn to eliminate
They tried to knock me down a couple times, but I'm still in play
I'm tryna stay out the way, but when it's time, we gon' regulate
It's been a minute, I want lean in my lemonade
They didn't know how to step, showed the park, had to demonstrate
Since 2010 still thuggin', now I'm 28
My mind still incriminates, so I'll be learnin' late
I'm authentic, if you fake, I might intimidate
I'm real, and I ain't gotta say that, they just don't relate (they don't relate)
I'm in a Benz with two bitches and a pole (pole)
Same time, they suck it up, two-headed goat (goat)
Hot nigga, but I be doin' bitches cold
They out they clothes, I'm messy, reachin' my goals
Hop out the whip, I'm fresh as fuck with a pistol tucked
If niggas play, then they gon' lay, bitch, we gon' shoot it up
And do it up (brrt)
I keep my own, can't wait for you to bug
Before you hate, just think what would you do if you was us
I've done a lot of shit, I don't know if I'll see the Heaven gates
But while I'm here, I'll be on top, I'll always elevate
They gon' judge you, they ain't gon' help you put food on your plate
Yeah, that shit hurt, but in this life, you learn to eliminate
They tried to knock me down a couple times, but I'm still in play
I'm tryna stay out the way, but when it's time, we gon' regulate
It's been a minute, I want lean in my lemonade
They didn't know how to step, showed the park, had to demonstrate
Writer(s): Eddy Cypress Moreno, Jamie Brugada Valdez, Leon Krol, Traquan Tyson
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