Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Butler
Songwriter
Jordan Blake Steele
Songwriter
Jaime Olivares Garza
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dawvro
Producer
Lyrics
Okay im on 53 soldiers aint on my own
Had to prone In my city these homies wanna get it on
But It was just my paranoia these homies don't gotta bone
Man I learned my only struggle was my gossiping on the phone
Lord knows that I've been tripping and I've been struggling with pride
I think everything's about me but I'm pushed to the side
Boy I'm real young man I played some z than I cried man
Jesus the only the reason ill see them gates on that side
Now please don't blap where my homies at Big ole Cracker Jack
That's wrap That's hundredback
And I ain't no quarterback
Now that's a plaque
Keeping it hundred a stack
Cause I can't run it back Ill hold them racks
And we ain't in the cut where my homie where at
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Aye slipping gripping pouring
Come pick me up
Anything i do baby just to feel enough
I was kissing and smitten all problems for a dub
Now i drop a couple bags with a prayer for some love
Boy fake with a dope boy
Hanging with a note boy
Begging for a cope boy hate it when I show boy
Baby no check that i'd sell to put it on
Gimme a grip and a psalm i'll take ya home
Bouncing off a check from the top of my neck
Boy been talking bout my set
Gain a loss in respect
I was never really met with a dawg i would kept
But now im rough around the net always
Barking at threads
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
I was backyard kicking
Been tripping
Tryna get my digits up
I ain't had the best of luck
When I was younger I was stuck up in my ways
Tryna figure out my place
With my father yellin at me
"Boy you gotta make some plays"
Ion need luck I just keep my rosary tucked
Let a couple prayers fly with my players in the cut
Folks doin all the talkin
At em shows Im still gon hide
Feelin anxious in the lobby but these hits will make you jump
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Better drop in gritty
Kick rocks in the city
Writer(s): David Butler, Jaime Olivares Garza, Jordan Blake Steele
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