Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Fletcher
Songwriter
Texty
She ain't wanna fuck with me, she thought that I was dead broke
Just give me time, gon' be paid, I'm just learnin' the ropes
This shit way harder when you ain't got the help from certain folks
Don't go by talent, no more dog, it's about who you know
This such a pick-me game, if you ain't bangin' or got bodies
They don't wanna hear a thing, they don't care about how you solid or if
If you real mane,
these youngins just wanna carry a stick and let them bitches bang
I try to rap bout something different, hopin' to catch attention
I put my shit on TikTok, tryna crack the algorithm
Doin' all he can, but it seem like they still ain't fuckin' with em
They tell me run my bands up and go fuck with the stars
I got offended man, it's like y'all sayin' my shit ain't hard?
Can't trust a soul, know how I go, I'm keepin' on my guard
Used to be loved, but now the hate comin' to me at large
Highly protected and intelligent, I know my cards
Just pop the top on the deusse and I'm chillin' in the yard
I'll never be accepted, cause I won't follow the crowd
It's all real over here, fake love is not allowed
I get to talkin' to God whenever I'm on the cloud
I'll never be accepted, cause I won't follow the crowd
It's all real over here, fake love is not allowed
I get to talkin' to God whenever I'm on the cloud
I'm like, yeah, yeah,
We talk bout many things
I make fake **** uncomfortable, they can never hang
They cross me, but because I love them, I had took the blame
Feelin' like fuck em' ever since they bought me boku pain
So many tears that I cried, you would've thought it rained
I'm gettin' stronger now, ain't movin' off emotion
That shit was wearing me out,
I got my own clothing brand, I came from hand-me-downs,
I created my own wave, I made my own sound,
I made it popular for **** rappin' in my town,
Don't hate on nobody, but **** love to bring me down
The fresh prince of the south, I'm protectin' my crown
I'm like, yeah, yeah,
I'll never be accepted, Cause I won't follow the crowd
It's all real over here, fake love is not allowed
I get to talkin' to God whenever I'm on the cloud
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll never be accepted, cause I won't follow the crowd
It's all real over here, fake love is not allowed
I get to talkin' to God whenever I'm on the cloud
I'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, man, this shit get real over here
You heard me, real Southern, 229
Adel Georgia, you feel me
Out
Written by: Quinton Fletcher