Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Just Juice
Rap
Lateb
Rap
Rittz
Rap
Ian Evans
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Whalan
Songwriter
Jonathan Matthew McCollum
Songwriter
Eric Baldeon
Songwriter
Justin Aria Mojahed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson Whalan
Producer
Ryan Mills Presents
Producer
The Arcitype
Recording Engineer
Robert Macchiochi (Subvert Central Mastering)
Mastering Engineer
Texty
They always say some clown ass shit just cloud your judgement
But I won't let the doubt creep in homey I'm not fussing
Got a lot of things on my mind trying to pin me up against the wall
But I refuse to be the one to falls to that thought pollution
I been the illest to kill it in real time forty two sipping I feel fine
Burnin lines up in the studio cutting them classics down for real shine
Follow me follow me Follow me don't slip rock and rollin like stones is
Burnin Big L's in Harlem dogging em raw as ever like bones is
I keeps it fluid flow on this beat pursuing the deepest truest music
They perusing through my thoughts they shocked they reeled in to it
Let loose in the booth Just Juice the best to do it just truth
My diamonds blinging Jack is ringing pick it up and guess who?
Ryan Mills defiant and willing to kill like lions
We make money when we sleep living the dream for which they dying
Killing themselves to make it happen I made it rapping they say I'm captain
Coasting through the motion rippling waving and ain't no way I'm capping
I'm cooling vibin' chauffeur drive me down the interstate
Steak up on my dinner plate I taste the flavor living great
Making the dividends winners make cold with the flow like it's winter wait
All in her mouth like a dental date lemme demonstrate I'm gonna get it straight
They always say some clown ass shit just cloud your judgement
But I won't let the doubt creep in homey I'm not fussing
Got a lot of things on my mind trying to pin me up against the wall
But I refuse to be the one to falls to that thought pollution
It's hard to find someone with thoughts as dark as mine
Trying to change the way I think
Kind of hate to face my shrink and find that my behaviors linked
To the way that I was raised afraid to blink life might pass you by
When I was brought up kids got shot up at the skating rink
Take your paper from your safe like Brinx name and date is ink
I did it some of these kids will tat there face with ink to hide the fact
Inside they soft as baby pink and scared to death
Anger pent up scared they gonna end up like their parents
And they're prayers are
Never answered so they question God questioning election fraud
In the comments section on their page like what they next man thought
I'll make or brake em and I'll the thought pollution came and made em
Afraid to change up like Ryan Reynolds and Jason Bateman
Imbeciles posting videos making racist statements watching at some
Random violence on the internet kids that never get family guidance
Scared of reality fantasizing teenage girls on Tik Tok with their tits out
Dancing while their man's behind them damn their mind is full of
Thought pollution
They always say some clown ass shit just cloud your judgement
But I won't let the doubt creep in homey I'm not fussing
Got a lot of things on my mind trying to pin me up against the wall
But I refuse to be the one to falls to that thought pollution
It's like I was held down and beaten mind
I scattered battered and bruised
Misguided a room of cheers felt more like a crowd of boos
Was it a predetermined fate they'd even hate in my crew
Facing the truth might've made me way more jaded than you
Always said fuck the cards that I was dealt
And now I'm playing the suits
In major pursuit of greater things these haters are cute
They try to put me in a box cuz I ain't safe in the booth
Made for the loot that's why my shit go play till y'all mute
Y'all ain't been thinking enough for yourselves
And that's why they holding you hostage
Listening to all them fakers
Whose only concern has always been making a profit
Filling they pockets making it toxic
I don't be thinking bout none of the nonsense
All of them likes and all of them
Plays ain't never meant artists are suitable options
Maybe you got and em maybe I don't
But y'all won't be killing my glimmer of hope
Y'all are just pitiful I'ma keep penning my soul
Until my percentages grow
I can remember the days
When I was dead in my soul it's like I fell in a hole
Polluted by thoughts you projected on me
But now that I see it's the end of the road
They always say some clown ass shit just cloud your judgement
But I won't let the doubt creep in homey I'm not fussing
Got a lot of things on my mind trying to pin me up against the wall
But I refuse to be the one to falls to that thought pollution
Written by: Eric Baldeon, Jackson Tynan Whalan, Jonathan Matthew McCollum, Justin Aria Mojahed
