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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
Rod Wave
Vocals
Tntxd
Programming
Luke Walker
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Luke Walker
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Producer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Justin Gibson
Recording Engineer
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Luke Walker
Producer
Lyrics
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Nigga came from nothing, but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate, yeah
Look, rich off pain
Look
Nigga came from nothing, but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate
And I come straight out them trenches, in the field every day
Young nigga out that bottom, use my tears to motivate
And so much came, with this money and this fame
But I can't complain, yeah
I came from walking through the rain, prayed for better days
And now a nigga rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain (rich off pain, yeah)
Rich off pain, (a nigga) rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain, rich off pain (a nigga) rich off pain
Rich off pain, rich off pain
A nigga rich off pain, (young nigga rich off pain), you know what I'm saying?
(Young nigga rich off pain, yeah)
Young nigga, I was tryna get my money right
Mama support the crib when my granny, daddy servin' life
Breakin' in my auntie room 'fore school, I used a butter knife
Teacher bitchin' at me like her husband, can't be fuckin' right
Wild niggas slidin' 'round in Tracks and SRTs
We stealin' packs from the older cats to buy us new Jordan 3s
I know a million niggas who millionaires off PPP's
That's how we got the address to the O-P-P's
We were stained to make it out the hood, well that's what we thought
Rob, kill, or scam
But never gon' get caught, that's just what we taught
No fist fight, but first degree murders, that's just what we fought
Gotti told us, "Never forget your dog," and that's law
I got blamed for niggas dying, I wonder why?
They say I sacrificed to be in this position, that's a lie
See, the blogs can't break me down, see, I'm the voice, I don't reply
But the rumors y'all done heard, I'ma humbly deny, yeah, yeah
Nigga came from nothing, but still they gon' hate (yeah)
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate
And I come straight out them trenches, in the field every day
Young nigga out that bottom, use my tears to motivate
And so much came, with this money and this fame
But I can't complain, yeah
I came from walking through the rain, prayed for better days
And now a nigga rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain (rich off pain)
Rich off pain, (a nigga) rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain, rich off pain, (a nigga) rich off pain
Rich off pain, rich off pain
A nigga rich off pain, you know what I'm saying?
(Yeah, Baby)
I take everything I go through and I put it in these songs
I ain't gon' never go against you, please correct me if I'm wrong
Amounted to what I show for, she'll never know what I'm on
And you can say whatever you want to, but you gon' miss me when I'm gone
I be everywhere with it on, free them runnin' it up off of strong
Ain't not one of us get the loan
Ain't never fell off, I went broke before
Damn, that shit be crazy
Real niggas die for something a ho done told you
Take whatever come with it, don't show no emotion
I'm back in that mode, bruh
I get impatient about that money, what's the hold up?
I gotta do this shit for my kids, now they growin' up
Win, lose, or draw, but no matter what, it ain't no hoing us
Lookin' at the phone, I saw you callin'
I am way too far to turn back now, I swear, I'm all in
I know it get rough, but you stay tough and keep shit solid
The Brabus truck got G800 on the back and it got stars in it
I'm just tryna show my young niggas they can ball too
Any time I ever hit her rough, she know to fall through
I done ran up millions off this pain shit
I don't like to deal with her too much 'cause it's the same shit
(Uh, yeah-yeah)
Writer(s): Luke W. Walker, Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones, Thomas Horton, Rodarius M Green
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