Lyrics: Isiah Rashad McClain/Nathaniel Hobden/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa/Mario Dragoi
Music: Isiah Rashad McClain/Nathaniel Hobden/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa/Mario Dragoi
Producer: Don Oskar/Mario Luciano/Nate Hobden
Same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
It's the same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Just made 200 hunnid bands, just living how I live
I made this in my crib, just focused on my meals
My plate, estates, my grass, my fam
The path, the math, the yams
The cops harass, it's fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It's laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels
I circle the bank, it's late but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is sum'n like a crash
Then I do my dance
It's the same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Just made 200 hunnid bands, just living how I live
I made this in my crib, just focused on my meals
My plate, estates, my grass, my fam
The path, the math, the yams
My line getting four calls at one time, it's tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let's slide
They mad, them **** talk 'bout me bad
Rashad in Paris
See a young **** like me shining, be proud
I'm working, it's great, it's late but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is sum'n like a crash
Then I do my dance
But it's the same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Lead Vocals: Isaiah Rashad
Vocal Arrangement: Cheyenne Chaves/Lauren Santi/Pamela Rentz
Programming: Don Oskar/Mario Luciano/Nate Hobden
Additional Programming: Julian Sintonia
Mixing Assistant: Julian Asuaje
Mastering Engineer: Nicolas de Porcel
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Demitrius Lewis II
Recording Engineer: Julian Asuaje
Additional Production: Julian Sintonia
Mixing Engineer: James Hunt