More songs by Isaiah Rashad
Description
Additional Vocals: Cheyenne Chaves
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Demitrius Lewis II
Producer: Don Oskar
Programmer: Don Oskar
Lead Vocals: Isaiah Rashad
Mixer: James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Julian Asuaje
Unknown: Julian Asuaje
Additional Production: Julian Sintonia
Additional Programmer: Julian Sintonia
Additional Vocals: Lauren Santi
Producer: Mario Luciano
Programmer: Mario Luciano
Producer: Nate Hobden
Programmer: Nate Hobden
Masterer: Nicolas de Porcel
Additional Vocals: Pamela Rentz
Writer: Isiah Rashad McClain
Writer: Nathaniel Hobden
Writer: Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Writer: Mario Dragoi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Pills, the blow
Turn, turn me up a lil' bit
Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' outta land
I feel like I could fly, just made 200 bands
Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam, the path, the math, the yams
The cops harass, it's fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It's laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels
I circled and think, "It's late, but still"
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live (get off yo' ass)
The bass is somethin' like a crash (somethin' like a crash)
Then I do my dance
But it's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' outta land
I feel like I could fly, just made 200 bands
Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam, the path, the math, the yams
My line gettin' four calls at one time, it's tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let's slide
They mad, them niggas talk 'bout me bad
Rashad in Paris, see a young nigga like me shinin', be proud
I'm workin', it's great, it's late, but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is somethin' like a crash (somethin' like a crash)
Then I do my dance
It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' outta land
I feel like I could fly (fly)