Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AlanHeartsJanae
AlanHeartsJanae
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Flores
Alan Flores
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kool MF
Kool MF
Producer

Texty

Pull up clean, got the paint drippin', city know the vibe,
Engine growlin', speakers thumpin', let 'em know it's mine,
**** talk, but they don't live it, I been on my grind,
Ain't no gimmicks in my lyrics, every bar divine
Pull up clean, paint wet like it just took a shower,
Whip so fresh, make a broke homie sour,
Chrome stay shinin' like the diamonds on my wrist,
Talkin' money, talkin' power, I ain't never had to wish.
Came up from the city where the wolves don't sleep,
Now I'm ridin' through the block, tinted up, too deep,
Haters watchin', but they never make a move,
I'm the king of my lane, I ain't got shit to prove.
Hunnid spokes spinnin', that's that old school feel,
New money stackin', but my grind been real,
Came from the trenches where the fiends drop lows,
Now it's first-class flights when I step through the doors.
Put my pain in my lyrics, made a lane for my hustle,
Turned my name into gold, every word got muscle,
From the dirt to the clouds, boy, I did that,
Came from nothin', now they see where I sit at.
Pull up clean, got the paint drippin', city know the vibe,
Engine growlin', speakers thumpin', let 'em know it's mine,
**** talk, but they don't live it, I been on my grind,
Ain't no gimmicks in my lyrics, every bar divine.
100 on the dash, but I cruise like a vet,
Ain't no rushin' to the top, gotta move with respect,
Every scar on my back tell a story they don't know,
Now the wrist lit up like the Vegas Strip glow.
From the west to the south, put respect on my name,
I ain't gotta scream loud, I just flex on the game,
Every move that I make got 'em watchin' like the feds,
I ain't worried 'bout a hater, let 'em talk, I stay ahead.
Used to scrape for some change, now it's bands on the table,
Money talk different when you sittin' at the staples,
Manifested all my wins, now the future look clear,
Had to grind through the rain just to shine through the years.
They ain't seen what I seen, never walked in my shoes,
Turn my Ls into lessons, had to learn how to move,
No regrets in my step, every choice made me better,
Now my name hold weight, got me light as a feather.
Shit don't happen overnight, ****, trust the grind,
Now I'm eatin' like a king, took my place at the shrine,
Told my mama we ain't never goin' back to the struggle,
Got the city on my back, every verse sound humble.
Pull up clean, got the paint drippin', city know the vibe,
Engine growlin', speakers thumpin', let 'em know it's mine,
**** talk, but they don't live it, I been on my grind,
Ain't no gimmicks in my lyrics, every bar divine.
They ain't built like me, I could tell by the posture,
Talkin' 'bout cash but still livin' with they mama,
**** cappin' for the 'Gram, do it all for the clout,
I was stackin' up my wins while they runnin' they mouth.
See the drip? That's consistency, the hustle never fade,
Took the lessons from the losses, turned the pain into plays,
They was laughin' back then, now they beggin' for the lane,
Funny how the tables turn when you switch up the game.
From the 773 to the 2-1-0, they know my name,
San Antone to the Chi, I been paved in the flame,
Put my stamp on the track, every flow got heat,
I ain't worried 'bout a trend, boy, I'm built to compete.
Pull up slow, let the city lights shine,
Took the long road, now the future look divine,
Ain't no cappin' in my raps, boy, I been 'bout mine,
Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, I'ma still go shine.
Written by: Alan Flores
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