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Credits
OPTREDENDE ARTIESTEN
Vince Staples
Zang
Paul Castelluzzo
Programmeren
DJ Dahi
Programmeren
COMPOSITIE EN SONGTEKST
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Paul Castelluzzo
Songwriter
Dacoury Dahi Natche
Songwriter
PRODUCTIE EN TECHNIEK
DAHİ
Producent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixtechnicus
Paul Castelluzzo
Producent
Matt Wolach
Assistent mixing engineer
Will Quinnell
Assistent mastering engineer
Tyler Page
Opname-ingenieur
Chris Gehringer
Mastering engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They wanna know if I'm in the street
Or if I still feel a way about the enemies
If I went and died today, who'd remember me?
Just keep it real with me, I don't need no sympathy
[Verse 2]
I hate this industry
Missing sleep, been some weeks
Counting money up while they counting sheep
Used to picture me, rolling vividly
Now everything I'd dream is everything you see
[Verse 3]
Riding with the blick
Thirty shots at least
Keep it in my reach
Right up on the seat
I try to teach but then these **** think you tryna preach
And I ain't got no time for nobody out here trying me
[Verse 4]
Riding 'round the city, say wassup
Don't be playing with my money
Don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts
Out here tryna run it up
If it ain't about bread
I don't give a fuck, aye
[Verse 5]
See me 'round the city, say wassup
Don't be playing with my money
Don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts
Out here tryna run it up
If it ain't about bread
I don't give a fuck, nah
[Verse 6]
We don't wanna hear that bullshit, Sharif
Ain't no love, ain't no peace when you broke in these streets
And they never love you back, but you don't know until you leave
Always looking for a bag, never had the time to grieve
[Verse 7]
Hit my line but make it brief if you ain't talking dollars
Wall calls from my dogs, hope they free my patnas
Still thinking every day about the one that got away, aye
You know I'm crazy 'bout ya, right?
[Verse 8]
I want a wife, don't want no baby mama, nah
These crazy bitches try to tap your pockets, yeah
Now I ain't trippin', I'm just being honest
I love my direct deposit, yeah
[Verse 9]
Riding 'round the city, say wassup
Don't be playing with my money
Don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts
Out here tryna run it up
If it ain't about bread
I don't give a fuck, aye
[Verse 10]
See me 'round the city, say wassup
Don't be playing with my money
Don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts
Out here tryna run it up
If it ain't about bread
I don't give a fuck, nah
[Verse 11]
Yeah
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Yeah, what you waiting for?
[Verse 12]
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
[Verse 13]
See me riding 'round the city, say wassup
Don't be playing with my money
Don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts
Out here tryna run it up
If it ain't about bread
Written by: Dacoury Dahi Natche, Paul Castelluzzo, Vince Staples