Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Feddi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Robbins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Givens
Producer
Lyrics
508 baby ain come from Grady
Was born at Georgia baptist
Cleveland elementary for a few years
Then moma moved to Ashby
M Agnes Jones fighting everyday
Tryna see who the baddest
Grew up quick had to do it fastly
Bout the same time I lost my daddy
Stayed out of school for a couple years
Watching moma hurting
Shed ah couple tears
Just thinking bout it
Make me wanna pop a pill
But that ain't gone ease this pain
Searching for some shit to make it go away
Wishing someone would've tampered with the case
Free dat boy so I can get his ass today
Make a nigga feel the same way that I do
Shid I was bout 12 start telling myself
They nun like you
Start running the streets
Gotta lil team playing by my rules
Was plotting on getting a spot soon
Running round JFK six, seven, eighth grade
Let's skip it to Highschool
Wanted me to play ball because I'm tall
Can't lie I tried it all
I remember this time telling my teacher
Bitch ima ball on y'all
Fresh out of school wit it to the trap
Ain buying no burger we on easy Mac
And that's just how you grind up on a sak
And if not nun then Ralo taught me that
Just in one week I got 20 boxes
Pull up to they hood and pop it
We sell the Africans two of em then
Hit up Neimans no way that we
Window shopping
Wishing shit was still the same I switched lanes
They left the kid no option
Cuz back wen we was kids
Said I wasn't nun and
Wouldn't be shit without em
Now look that nigga to turnt
Heard he been selling them bows
His neck real cold dese nigga too burnt
Heard he got his city sowed
You get exposed you try to move on him
Fuck around and out that Voo on ya
Been grinding for a few summers
Get his head just for a few hundred for real
Writer(s): Demetrius Robbins
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