More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Producer: KaiGoinkrazy
Producer: T5
Producer: ItsaKaiBeat
Producer: Exuising
Executive Producer: Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
A And R Administrator: Essence Carson
Programmer: Exuising
Executive Producer: G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer: Gilles Walters
Programmer: ItsaKaiBeat
A& R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Programmer: KaiGoinkrazy
Mixer, Recorded By: Keith Dawson
Executive Producer: Keith Dawson
A And R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
Programmer: T5
Masterer: Travis Louis
Executive Producer: YFN Lucci
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Kai Hasegawa
Writer: Tarkan Kozluklu
Writer: Kaya Salih
Writer: Kirill Balabas Vyacheslavovich
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Turn me up, 5)
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Look
If she ain't fuckin', I'll probably make her leave, huh
I'll probably make her leave, yeah
In that interrogation room, I'd hate to be
I'd hate to be, yeah
Nine times out of ten, I know he ate the cheese
I knew me rottin' in a cell wasn't my destiny
They was plottin' on me to fail, but it was made for me
Man, I wouldn't even wish these problems on my enemies
I know even at my lowеst, you wouldn't pray for me
I can count on one hand all my partners who wеre there for me
If I tell you my secrets, do you promise me to never leave?
I'm traumatized by all the hoes that did me wrong
I'm just looking for me a shoulder just to lean on
I wanna call my nigga Skoob, but, damn, he gone
Look at all this bullshit I been through, but I just keep goin'
Even at my weakest, I just knew I had to be strong, uh
Okay, look, I can't take no disrespect, playin' on my intellect
Playin' on the internet, naw, we ain't into that
Playin' like you innocent, knowin' that we ignorant
Knowin' that we spinnin' shit, knowin' that we been legit
Only way we deal with our problems, we gotta finish it
I can't get my feelings involved with another nigga bitch
Only way I'm pickin' up calls when it got a benefit
If it's less than a 100 thousand, don't even mention it (Look)
They gon' feel me sooner than later
I know they mad a nigga still up ten years later
Ain't talkin' Tyler when I say I'll send you to your creator
Summerhill far from Decatur, I'm far from a hater
Like dried-up ink, how I'm on top of my paper
They was prayin' on me to sink, but this ship came with an anchor
Delete you 'fore you blink, but I gotta work on my anger
I'ma let a ho be a ho, man, I just know I can't change 'em
Okay, prayed hard, prayed for these times
I get paid off my rhymes, I don't play about mine
Can't stay away from my 9, I been away for some time
I was straight doin' time, shit, I got paid the whole time
Aw, they tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell 'em I'm gettin' paid
Why they comfortable tellin' you, but won't ever say it to me?
Actin' like they for Lu, but that really ain't how it be