Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ziavelli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tavi Blair
Songwriter
Texty
Yeah, stay away from the fakes and the actors (The acts)
When you make it, same niggas came back to us (Oh, yeah)
They ain't ever believed me, I'm miraculous (Oh, whoa)
They wanna take place, so they hate us (Yeah, yeah)
Man, I'm done with this world, where my spaceship? (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, I leave 'em in the dust, no racetrack (Oh, yeah)
All that shit you talkin' outdated, ain't made it, whoa
Come against me, I gotta double down (Whoa)
You don't wanna play, this ain't playground (Play)
Came through in your city, where your hideout? (Yeah)
Young G.O.A.T., no, I never back down (Whoa)
Word through your city, you a let-down (Let)
Get off your high horse, nigga, get down (Get)
All the ones talkin', they upset now (Oh, yeah)
Keep the same energy, why your head down?
Top of the mornin' to any nigga been watchin' me (Yeah)
They ain't ready for the apocalypse, gonna damage 'em (Yeah)
All the shit they talkin' and yappin' never have got to me
They gon' fear the sight of me, I must have been God
You ain't know a damn thing about me (Yeah)
What you know about me? Blood don't make you family (Yeah)
I can tell the lies and fakes, it don't bother me
Guess I see a lot of snakes, it don't scare me (Scare)
I'm on a mission, don't stop me
Earthquake, that cannot rock me
Ben 10, how I'm transformin'
Came out the dark, I'm glowin'
None of these slugs can slow me
None of these niggas gun-totin'
Guess the real niggas ain't boastin'
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