Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Keith
Jon Keith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Keith Randle
Jonathan Keith Randle
Songwriter
Ruslan Karaoglanov
Ruslan Karaoglanov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ruslan
Ruslan
Producer

Texty

[Verse 1]
Uh, watch this
[Verse 2]
Boy, don't you know who I represent?
I don't know who let you rappers in
We be the future, get used to it
'Cause I don't really like to reminisce
Johnny Storm, how I'm comin' in
Saint Jono on the covenant
Put the bolt up on the back, boy
You'll see how I'm runnin' it
I got the DNA of kings
When the blood spilled, I was on the team
When the beat killed, I was on the scene
When you hit me up, you get left on seem
When the show bump, we gon' be on ten
If you showin' up, I shouldn't let ya in
Why you actin' like we friends?
'Cause we don't kick it and you ain't next of kin
[Verse 3]
I'ma go beast mode, yeah
Kick it both feet though, yeah
Y'all got vetoed, yeah
Blow like C4, yeah
Good Lord, swing low, yeah
Cape, like hero, yeah
Double them zeros, yeah
Double them zeros, yeah
[Verse 4]
Whole team win when I move like this
No pull back, it's a all out blitz
Move full speed when I hit that floor
Then I flip back like gymnastics
Y'all got it twisted, like Billie Jean
Why don't you say what you really mean?
Raisin' the stakes like it's Philly cheese
Boy, this whole album a killin' spree
Know just what you packin', yeah
Take it easy though, you look queasy though
Boy, could you imagine? (For real)
All for the king, they finna sing
They don't want blood, let's get it crackin' (Big talk)
I could see you actin' (You know it)
This ain't Hollywood (Come over here)
So next time, won't you at me? Yeah
[Verse 5]
I'ma go beast mode, yeah
Kick it both feet though, yeah
Y'all got vetoed, yeah
Blow like C4, yeah
Good Lord, swing low, yeah
Cape, like hero, yeah
Double them zeros, yeah
Double them zeros, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
Please don't try me
A lot of y'all move so grimy
I'm glad God made me a new man
'Cause I don't wanna talk, I wanna throw hands
And I ain't really in it for the business (No)
I'ma rap like I had no fans
I feel like I got no competition
I swear, I don't fear no man
I got beef with the dark, and I see where you are
With the evil at heart, so I'm bleedin' the art
Don't believe in the bar, but I'm leavin' the bars
Where they need to be, all y'all needin' a chart
But I'm free with the spar, 'cause it's easy, my God
You a creep or a fraud, so I'm seethin' with y'all
Don't need you to start, you ain't reachin' the mark
Take the key to the car, you can leave it in park
[Verse 7]
Hold up, that ain't commercial (Nah)
I ain't be meaning to hurt you (For real)
Forgive me for showin' the stains (Yeah)
I still been bleeding that purple (Ooh)
This should teach you not to doubt the kid
I don't see nobody doin' this
Confrontation, what I'm fluent in (Yeah)
You ain't believe me, you should come and test it, boy
[Verse 8]
I'ma go beast mode, yeah
Kick it both feet though, yeah
Y'all got vetoed, yeah
Blow like C4, yeah
Good Lord, swing low, yeah
Cape, like hero, yeah
Double them zeros, yeah
Double them zeros, yeah
Written by: Jonathan Keith Randle, Ruslan Karaoglanov
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