Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RMC Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Lee Smith Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smokey Hendrixx
Producer
Texty
Ay, ay, ay
Naturally, I come off arrogant and leave 'em very sick
To you **** I'm like a veteran, ain't no comparisons
They tell me all the time love get you killed so ain't no sharin'
See the new generation is kinda fucked 'cause ain't no parenting
Mm, this shit embarrassing, but we can't turn our back on 'em
Don't let that shit just come up out your mouth unless you act on it
Everybody 'round this bitch think they the best, let's see the stats on it
I stopped pourin' that lean for a lil' while, but shit, I'm back on it
Mm, bitch, I'm back focused, shit, bitch, I'm back rollin'
I can tell you if your pill fake just from the snap on it
My Glock got a binary trigger, brodie, just tap on it
Expandin' my horizon, pick a beat, bro, I'ma rap on it
They use love as a disguise to fuck you over, that shit cut deep
All I ever did was showed you my true colors, now its fuck me
Gon' be a cold damn hell before I let you **** touch me
How the fuck you ain't invested to yourself? You **** dumb cheap
Steppin' back is sometimes necessary for you to move forward
Sellin' dime bags ain't gettin' nowhere, I'd rather move quarters
Some **** came and stole a couple heats, I got a new order
Flint don't wanna see a **** win, I'm finna move to Georgia
I want the top, in order to get there you gotta separate
Don't matter what you goin' through right now, it's gon' be better days
They not fuckin' with the Murder Mitten, bitch, we better made
We gon' be some fuckin' millionaires and that's on everything
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Written by: Michael Lee Smith Jr