Lyricist : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Nayvadius Wilburn

Composer : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Nayvadius Wilburn

Uh-huh, oh, oh

Uh, uh, oh, oh

I know you waitin'

Getting fed up, you runnin' out of patience

Just keep your head up, I told you we'll make it

Can't give my meds up, I seen too many faces, uh

In them foreigns racin'

Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted

I beat the trenches, for my team, that was a great win

Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (Uh-uh-uh)

Ayy, look, I do this shit for all my guys that got put under

Fifty shots, I'm a drummer, them guns spit thunder

One shot and he dead, call that ***** the one-hit-wonder

No, we don't aim for legs, tryna make it hot all summer

As a small kid I used to want an H2 Hummer

My uncle did a bid, they coulda gave him football numbers

I went from [?] daily tryna work on my jumper

Now it's gang-gang, we stay on top of shit like a plunger, uh

Old heads can't trick us, [?] we flick up

Lawyer's face get zipped up, ambulance pick up

Oh, red cups full of liquor

[?] for my niggas

Come through and tear it up with them blickers

I really failed all of my killers

Uh, I know you waitin'

Getting fed up, you runnin' out of patience

Just keep your head up, I told you we'll make it

Can't give my meds up, I seen too many faces, uh

In them foreigns racin'

Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted

I beat the trenches, for my team, that was a great win

Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (Uh-uh-uh)

Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money 'cause I ain't got no patience

I'm with my team 'cause they cook niggas like bacon

I did my thing trappin' out the spot was vacant

Lil' nigga in jail, stabbin' shit up like he Jason, uh, uh, uh

Runnin' up fresh with some horses like I'm racin'

***** so bad look photoshopped when she naked

Made it out the jungle, where they scorchin' and blazin'

My dawg get money and I get money, nigga, it's contagious

Went from a trapper to livin' like a popstar

I done got so rich, I'm feedin' my lil' kids caviar

My ***** don't want for shit, she get whatever she want

My shooter walk you down, stand over you, make sure it's done

Uh, I know you waitin'

Getting fed up, you runnin' out of patience

Just keep your head up, I told you we'll make it

Can't give my meds up, I seen too many faces, uh

In them foreigns racin'

Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted

I beat the trenches, for my team, that was a great win

Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (Uh-uh-uh)