More songs by Rod Wave
Description
Associated Performer: Rod Wave
Composer: Rodarius Green
Composer: Matvey Lokotetskiy
Composer: Matthew Taylor
Composer: Mick Steinbach
Composer, Producer: Chidi Osondu
Producer: Chi Chi
Producer: Klutchfrenchie
Producer: Travis Harrington
Lyrics and translation
Original
When aunt died I was lost, broken heart turned me soft.
Love the Glock, love dope, love Michael, lost the boss, yeah. I got old niggas mad 'cause I came in control.
Tryna teach my generation they been lost for so long. They all scared of me 'cause
I got the game and the truth.
Put her legs in the air and wrap my hand 'round her throat. When I'm ridin' 'round the A I got the Drake in my lap.
Poppin' Perkys back to back, it's gettin' hard to relax.
Lil' brother hungry, tryna eat a opp nigga for breakfast. Run him down and stand over him, that's the Z Pop special.
Nigga tryna get up close and cut my throat, I won't let him.
I been thuggin' for so long, I'm gon' be thuggin' forever. 'Member me and Lane fought over the stolen Electra.
Daddy askin' why I'm mad and I can't even tell him.
This that gangsta shit that Malcolm X was preachin' 'bout.
That Tupac was teachin' 'bout, that Suge and Puff was beefin' 'bout. My head gone, my heart cold, I can't trust a soul.
These bitches fake, these niggas fake, this year I'm stayin' at home.
You can't show these niggas love 'cause they got hate in they bones.
Nigga stab you in your back, still be callin' your phone. Ridin' with brother and he keep askin' me what I'm on.
I start whackin' these fuck niggas, they gon' tell me I'm wrong.
I did the millions, now billions what I aim for.
I just want the money, give me what I came for. I wanna make no new friends, never follow trends. I take my L's on the chin,
I'm top but can't quit. Tell me, what would the game ever be without me, baby?
Keep it goin' on it, I got you, baby.
And this that gangsta shit that Malcolm X was teachin' 'bout.
That Tupac was preachin' 'bout, that Suge and Puff was beefin' 'bout. They wanna build you up and break you like they did Iron Mike.
This that shit that Jay was smokin' when he got his mind right.
Now what would the game be without me, baby? Keep it goin' on it, I got you, baby.
I got you, baby, I got you, baby. Keep it goin' on it, I got you, baby. I got you, baby, I got you, baby.
Keep it goin' on it. Tell me, what would the game ever be without me, baby?
Keep it goin' on it, I got you, baby. I got you, baby, I got you, baby.
Tell me, yeah.
Uh, tell me, what would the game ever be without me, baby?
Keep it goin' on it, yeah. Keep it goin' on it, don't do it.
Let me hear that. . .