Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Kahlil Ash-Shaheed Payton
Songwriter
Robert Tamaryan
Songwriter
Texty
I heard the things
That you was saying
A bunch of dumb ass shit
I see fits that you be wearing
A bunch of bum ass shit
Dont nobody want your chick
She a bum ass bitch
I bet she got you
Saved in her phone
As the food and the rent
She call you when she hungry
Or need her hair fix
She call me
When she need her insides
Rearranging
We two different breeds
I mean stocks
If it wasnt for amazon or ups
You would never see box
Im collegiate
Pell grants and scholarships
I got optic blasts and uni beams
For **** but this aint marvelous
Rip to stan lee
I bet as soon as this drop
Yall wont be able to stand me
But idgaf
Is the way i step
Move it to the left
Pick and roll
Euro step
I always make it to the net
Im always gonna score
Get your best defender
Im a show you clear as day
Tween me and you
Thats theres a difference
I be on them fruits
Seeded watermelon plants
You be on them hot honey wings
And golden honey packs
She said you shit dont even work
While you think you putting in that work
Suffering from low t
Testosterone in the dirt
Wanna talk about my posts
With no likes
I aint hot
Thorough investigation show that yall ****
Buying bots
Yall got millions of streams
But they coming from bangladesh
Yall aint selling no tickets
They aint pulling up to yo set
If it aint drake or kendrick
Or cole
Joyner or conway
Big sean or royce
Then get the fuck outta my way
Got my own apple lane
Call that shit
The i way
Resting wit my foot on yall necks
Thats where i lay
Let it be known
One things for certain
Two things for sure
If we were both stranded
I would make it to the shore
Got that killer instinct
I got the combos
And the gore
You will sink to the bottom
With your spinal on the floor
I use to let alot of shit slide
Like water parks
Now i shut it down
From the source as soon as
I see the sparks
I use to let it pile up
Like you done with grocery carts
Then i start putting it all together
Advanced auto parts
Then i concluded
People got jealousy
Throughout they heart
Boiling they blood
Projecting they hate
Cause of where they are
Bitch im on a roll
Cause you aint see the times
When i was down
When djs aint wanna spin my record
I wasnt from they town
Or when you got 12 people at your show
But they loving it
Leaving the venue late
I had to sleep at my other gig
Eyes red
That sleep deprivation setting in
Pounding down coffee
Until that caffeine
Started kicking in
Mind you
This the job that paid the bills
I couldnt afford a loan
Finally clocked out
And jumped in the bed
With my shoes still on
So next time
The instant gratification
Not working
And you tryna get ahead
Just know that these **** be lurking
Let it be known
One things for certain
Two things for sure
If we were both stranded
I would make it to the shore
Got that killer instinct
I got the combos
And the gore
You will sink to the bottom
With your spinal on the floor
Written by: Omar Kahlil Ash-Shaheed Payton, Robert Tamaryan