Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Keith Randle
Songwriter
Texty
[Verse 1]
Really, I got no problem with any of it
They falling like autumn, I had to get above it
I need nobody, your mention really nothing
I see pretenders, no end to all your bluffing
[Verse 2]
Oh, my bad
Don't see your name on my back
I would never turn my back
Easy to lose your soul like that
Where you going?
Who you roll with?
Ain't wanted, but I'm glowin'
And you know it
[Verse 3]
I think I'm done
I don't need it
Screw your clique
And your meetings
Boy, I'm hungry
And you eating
And yeah, I want it
But that ain't Jesus
[Verse 4]
Rapido, pick up a bag to-go
Ooh, but I had to, though
I'm active, oh
Work for the master, oh
Hop on the ad lib, bro
Don't at me, bro
Thinkin' you had me, whoa
You like a candy coat
And reload
You need a bandaid, oh
I come in handy, though
[Verse 5]
All in my bag
Don't give a if you mad
I'm in the school of hard knocks
And at the top of my class
And my abode is translucent
While you rockin' your mask
I'm sipping peaches and Prosecco
While I'm watching you crash
[Verse 6]
That's God, I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text, you sound like blah-blah blah
I don't need the games
I finna take the reins
I'ma write off your claims
I'ma forget your name
That's God, I don't need y'all
That's God, I don't need y'all
That's God, I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text, you sound like blah-blah blah
[Verse 7]
Keep it a buck (Yeah, yeah)
You feelin' stuck (Yeah, yeah)
Fresh out of luck (Yeah, yeah)
All through the mud (Yeah, yeah)
When I'm feeling down (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta look up (Yeah, yeah)
That's where I'm leaning (Yeah, yeah)
That's where I trust
[Verse 8]
I can't get no push
I don't need it, though
You keep sending out texts
I ain't read it, though
I've been on God's watch
Can't speed it, though
Ain't no Roly, but it's nonstop
Do you get it, though?
[Verse 9]
That's God, I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text, you sound like blah-blah blah
I don't need the games
I finna take the reins
I'ma write off your claims
I'ma forget your name
That's God, I don't need y'all
That's God, I don't need y'all
That's God, I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text, you sound like blah-blah blah
Written by: Jonathan Keith Randle