Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bleave
Rap
AROLD
Rap
Charlie Wayy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damian Jose Gaetano
Songwriter
Charles P. Greenaway
Songwriter
Arold Peterson Sanon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whoa1.0
Producer
BlessedBySanto
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
WHOA
Yeah, yeah
Somebody gotta do it, here we fuckin' go
Bleavey, he the one, I add the 44
That's 45, if you ain't know, now you fuckin' know
I take off the farthest every time that I start to go
Jordan from the free throw
Bron in the East Coast
Even if I can't change the world, then imma impact the people
Never felt this before
This that unlock everything fuckin' cheat code
Stare into the mirror till you start to see more
You gotta start to dream more
Empty the clip and reload
To go from dark to light, you gotta paint that shit with three coats
You can't just fuckin' be home
Thinkin' that shit gon' take off
I come up on my day off
365 days and not a single day off
Ain't never put in no hard work, that's why they fuckin' stay soft
Yeah, pressure in my palms, this that give and gone
Send my all, impact, best regards if you testin' ours
Yeah, best regards if you testin' our
Ayo
Shooting point like I'm J. Prince
Make the call, if you in some shit before it get hectic
Kinda spooky just like urban legends
My main mark is quality in this game
It's such a shame most ****' sentiments never be the same
I'm scripting a lecture
Fire friction from the page of pencils
Clenchin' your dental while y'all hearin' me up it a level
I'm sayin' fuck everybody, I'm sorry tomorrow
You comfortable bein' a bum, just beggin' and borrow
Soaking in your own sorrow
Listen, when it comes to strange fruit
I'm gettin' down to the roots I had to dig in burrows
Wash the dirt up off my hands, I'm done with most y'all ****
You live forever, but respect the one behind that trigger
And go figure, fish scale for sure flowin
First thing through these speakers, this that vein touchin' needles
You fake **** so feeble, you better off cleanin' my sneakers
Don't wanna see a stain on these wind Adidas
Yeah
Wayy
Breakin' through ceilings, breakin' through walls
Shit, I'm Jericho been takin' it places
Them **** scared to go
Effin' shit been' fuckin' shit up, just like a seminal
I'm stuck in my position, watchin' out like a sentinel
No vegan, when that beef spark, they'll turn you to a vegetable
No GPS for success, routes is unconventional
They showin' character flaws and you ain't skeptical
They take you for granted, learn to be less accessible
We up to scoring through the caution of the winds
We familiar with the pain, that's why we stackin' up the wins
Problem with these new ****, quick to call them all they can
You know how the tables turn and how the records gotta spin
Learn how to spot a shark, you ain't gotta see the fin
You can see who got the message by how they listenin
Always talkin', keep it P but where they get they pimpin
Don't mind all that side talk, it's from the inhibition
Like we ain't got the cheat codes, ****, we stuck up on the mission
Written by: Arold Peterson Sanon, Charles P. Greenaway, Damian Jose Gaetano