Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nten
Performer
Precious Abuo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Precious Abuo
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Strategy Beats)
Grew up without a father figure (hmm)
Some of my days felt like hell on earth
Made it this far I'm tryna figure (How)
Been a blessing since my day of birth
Balance at hand talkin' Nicky's figure (8)
Never give up till your day of death (mhm)
Do your thing aboy no man wey pure
Matter what hommie just do your best (Do your best)
What you make out that L Mehn it's up to you
Ain't nobody out there going hard for you (For you)
Bro I thought you knew
Probably best you do, what you gotta do
You been on the fence is you picking sides? (Sides)
Love I got for my bros ain't no regular size (Mhm)
Came up dem bumpy road helluva ride
Fell in love with the bag had to make her my bride
I cried
Remember days almost gave this shit up
Let me talk my shit out ima let it be known (Known)
If they ain't helping you grind on your own
Don't even smile na my nature to bone (Bone)
Crown on my head I'm ascending the throne
Know where I came from
Know what you stand for and represent
Mama raised me a god
Look even closer you'd see that I'm heaven sent
I got love for my day ones
And they all OG's (All OG's)
My bros are cool
But they ain't got no chill (They ain't got no chill)
Up in the club
Yeah we spent a couple of mill (A couple mil)
We living life, fresh straight outta the streets
Put in work
Relax and watch it pay (Watch it pay)
Still on the grind
Man we on the paper chase (Still paper chasing)
Put in work
Relax and watch it pay (Watch it pay)
Still on the grind
Man we on the paper chase
Had to put in work been a man from the beginning (Beginning)
Breaking bread with winners
We don't care 'bout what you bringing
Pussy, weed and liquor yeah the kind of life we living (Straight out)
Out my window I'm looking
For the stars I'm trying to shoot
Real OG with an attitude
5 in your face I probably put
All we did was learn to be fam
Though we came from different roots
You'll be damn to doubt me they know I got potential
Driver of my life best you know it ain't a rental (No Benz)
Grindin' through the late night
Fast lane we on the bag chase (Skrr Skrr)
And I got a fine taste
Like 'em thick and brown
And she got a fine face (She fine)
Down to do what Simon says
We all know the bag essential (Ease)
Ease! Don't let it drive you mental
But still I
Got love for my day ones and they all OG's
My bros are cool but they ain't got no chill
Up in the club yeah we spent a couple mill
We living life, fresh straight outta the streets
Put in work
Relax and watch it pay
Still on the grind
Man we on the paper chase
Put in work relax and watch it pay
Still on the grind
Man we on the paper chase
Writer(s): Nten Abuo
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