More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Pharrell
Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel, Programmer: Mike Larson
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Daryl Johnson
Asst. Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel: Maher Woo-Shear
Asst. Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel: Nicola Pulvirenti
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Manny Marroquin
Assistant Mixer, Studio Personnel: Trey Station
Studio Personnel, Assistant Mixer: Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixer, Studio Personnel: Anthony Vilchis
Mastering Engineer, Studio Personnel: Mike Bozzi
A& R: Hill Coulson
Composer Lyricist: Maya Arulpragasam
Composer Lyricist: Robert John Richardson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Shut up, shut the fuck up.
My heart damaged, I'm tryna find somebody that could fix it.
Mentally depression, goin' through it, I been sippin'.
I'm a gangster, baby, I apologize for my ignorance.
You callin' my phone like, "Where you at? " In the trenches.
But we get down and dirty, not to mention.
I got my brothers' back forever, I'm standin' with 'em. Yeah, she said she love me, reality show me different.
Cut grass walkin' blindfolded, I hear hissin'.
Out the handcuffs and the Rollies, I guess I'm different.
Tired of havin' problems with these bitches.
These Percs don't really help, it's a addiction. I'm just tryna fight these demons out of me.
I get emotional, can't let 'em see that side of me. Sometimes I feel like it's all behind me.
But they don't know I'm ridin', clutch my pole, ooh.
I could never go reward no, ooh. They backdoored, niggas close that door, ooh.
They backdoored, niggas close that door, ooh.
I keep it on me, I can't let up.
Only trust the homies when I'm around, clutchin' metal. If it's a problem, we comin' to solve it now, watch it settle.
Baby, I kill people, I'm sorry, I'm just a devil.
Look me in my eyes, be honest, -tell me what you see.
-A gangster, hustler, real nigga from the -street.
-I'm a beast, my man raise a bitch on a beach. I ain't in the shallow, niggas don't ever come out to the deep.
-I got a question. -If I don't lie to you, I'll lie to me.
Balenciaga days, I done went Louie for the sneaks.
'Member not havin' shit, threw more than twenty on a piece. I bought a hundred guns and I threw fullies on them
Glocks.
Phew. I swear to God.
Count it.
Ninety-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. A hundred.
You know Kizzy.
We ain't on rap cap, everything I say is all facts, we ain't know that.
Yeah.
Free the thugs, nigga, we the thugs, nigga. I'm holdin' my dogs, nigga.
Forever high, nigga.
Forever two hunnid.
English translation
Shut up, shut the fuck up.
My heart damaged, I'm tryna find somebody that could fix it.
Mentally depression, goin' through it, I been sippin'.
I'm a gangster, baby, I apologize for my ignorance.
You callin' my phone like, "Where you at? " In the trenches.
But we get down and dirty, not to mention.
I got my brothers' back forever, I'm standin' with 'em. Yeah, she said she love me, reality show me different.
Cut grass walkin' blindfolded, I hear hissin'.
Out the handcuffs and the Rollies, I guess I'm different.
Tired of havin' problems with these bitches.
These Percs don't really help, it's a addiction. I'm just tryna fight these demons out of me.
I get emotional, can't let 'em see that side of me. Sometimes I feel like it's all behind me.
But they don't know I'm ridin', clutch my pole, ooh.
I could never go reward no, ooh. They backdoored, niggas close that door, ooh.
They backdoored, niggas close that door, ooh.
I keep it on me, I can't let up.
Only trust the homies when I'm around, clutchin' metal. If it's a problem, we comin' to solve it now, watch it settle.
Baby, I kill people, I'm sorry, I'm just a devil.
Look me in my eyes, be honest, -tell me what you see.
-A gangster, hustler, real nigga from the -street.
-I'm a beast, my man raise a bitch on a beach. I ain't in the shallow, niggas don't ever come out to the deep.
-I got a question. -If I don't lie to you, I'll lie to me.
Balenciaga days, I done went Louie for the sneaks.
'Member not havin' shit, threw more than twenty on a piece. I bought a hundred guns and I threw fullies on them
Glocks.
Phew. I swear to God.
Count it.
Ninety-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. A hundred.
You know Kizzy.
We ain't on rap cap, everything I say is all facts, we ain't know that.
Yeah.
Free the thugs, nigga, we the thugs, nigga. I'm holdin' my dogs, nigga.
Forever high, nigga.
Forever two hunnid.