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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Randle
Jon Randle
Songwriter
Dylan Alexander Phillips
Dylan Alexander Phillips
Songwriter
Jacob Horenburg
Jacob Horenburg
Songwriter
Mykael Velez
Mykael Velez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Keith
Jon Keith
Producer
Harz
Harz
Producer

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I ain't gon' stop 'til they turn me to a Pop
Get my dreads right
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
Get my steps right
Baby girl holy and she hot
And she hot yeah
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
Yeah okay alright
Look Dyllie made a holy bop Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie I don't stop on my grind Tony Hawk
Like my hair I got it locked I'm a bear Goldilocks
Wrote it down in ten flat
That's a throwaway or not
Ayy steppin' out of Fear of God and I got the fear of God
Dying just to live that's a paradox
Yeah tryna touch a milli' 'fore I'm carried off
Leave a legacy to my lil' children they could carry on
Caring for my enemies here for infinity
Lot of y'all just got the Karen energy
I just want my people free from the Devil's tyranny
Put it on a village beat now I know they hearin' me
I could never sell my soul to Pharaoh that's hilarity
I be dodging arrows from the Devil like a Cherokee
Baby girl is sweet as Sara Lee in all sincerity
Invariably you not a Pharisee you just a parody
I ain't gon' stop 'til they turn me to a Pop
Get my dreads right
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
Get my steps right
Baby girl holy and she hot
And she hot yeah
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
Yeah okay alright
Look Dyllie made a holy bop Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie I don't stop on my grind Tony Hawk
Like my hair I got it locked I'm a bear Goldilocks
Wrote it down in ten flat
That's a throwaway or not
I ain't gon' quit 'til they turn me to a flip
Holy hand on the script
I need bags for my chips
I don't hit tricks my baby like cash to yo' cent yeah
Ever since I got a backhand for my sins yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen I might have to set a trend
I'ma pop by the end got too many famous friends
Spirit moves when I'm weak so I wear it like my skin
To my scars and my pain and I turn it to my brand
If my arm's in the air then I got the upper hand
Satan always double sin I ain't got no time for him
If I pop like a star I'ma stick it when I land
Holy blicky left hand man y'all 'bout to get the blam
I ain't gon' stop 'til they turn me to a Pop
Get my dreads right
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
Get my steps right
Baby girl holy and she hot
And she hot yeah
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
Yeah okay alright
Look Dyllie made a holy bop Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie I don't stop on my grind Tony Hawk
Like my hair I got it locked I'm a bear Goldilocks
Wrote it down in ten flat
That's a throwaway or not
Ayo somebody make sure that we exclusive
Special edition only Pops aight
We need to be available in all the stores
But at limited quantities aight
You know me I gotta have the Yankee fitted with the throwback
And make sure we all got the Fear of Gods on aight
Listen make sure Dyllie's dreads is tight
And I need Mogli's beard lookin' sharp
And make sure that Jon's is extra skinny
With the ring on the left hand you heard
U P P E R H A N D
Written by: Dylan Alexander Phillips, Jacob Horenburg, Jon Randle, Mykael Velez
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