Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FAMMOB Proph
FAMMOB Proph
Rap
Hamilton
Hamilton
Vocals
Marshall
Marshall
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronashley Perkins
Ronashley Perkins
Songwriter
James Harris
James Harris
Songwriter
Terry Lewis
Terry Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Fam
Young Fam
Producer
kristen ortiz
kristen ortiz
Graphic Design
Ronashley Perkins
Ronashley Perkins
Recording Engineer
Spencer Chambliss
Spencer Chambliss
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I know that I’m the answer to the question open up the sky most high is pouring down my blessings tell me, can you stand the reign?
I got everything they told me I could never have they counted me out but they was never good at math can you stand the reign?
I jumped off the porch I never took shorts I knew I had to ball but I didn’t play sports. Ten toes in that clay talkin all work no play, ****. Had horse power no barn but I was moving that hay. Before I was selling them pies I was selling them fries, a badd bitch’ll look at you once she not gone look at you twice. So I knew I had to get more the moor they hate the harder I go, Lincoln, Jackson, Washington, Grant the only presidents that I know. So I kept my mind on the mission kept my grind and ambition making fast cash like a math class I always had da vision. I always said I’d be Great even though it wasn’t no one to listen, ReUp stacc ReUp stacc went from a broke boy to a rich one. Now I call shots like you call cops I make the play when the ball drops, to count my cheese you need a calculator count on me like a smart watch. Business savvy work ethic most of all you gotta have heart and No Fear for them sleepless nights when you All alone it mad dark but then the.
I know that I’m the answer to the question open up the sky most high is pouring down my blessings tell me, can you stand the reign?
I got everything they told me I could never have they counted me out but they was never good at math can you stand the reign?
You don’t know the distance from zero to the number one, while police trying to kill you had to go and get another gun. These bitches tryna tricc me said I’m bout to have another son, I’m out here tryna get this cake you won’t get a fuccin crumb. I’m built for the weather mane stood firm through the hurricane no Riri no Jayz so no umbrella ella ella. Hey I’m swift enough to dodge raindrops enough wits to dodge insane cops and these Fake bitches while I make riches I take risks everyday Ahk. But this street shit can get shifty only have my kids to uplift me, not sure how we getting to the destination but who’s coming with me? Who’s coming with me? Who’s coming with me? Nothing but silence till I got filthy. Now it’s new ways to make more cash still upside down floor mats in a new whip at a new crib learned all this game in the poor class. Got money to burn but got more stashed all from working on your craft, then dark clouds and them thunder storms all come along with that forecast but the.
I know that I’m the answer to the question open up the sky most high is pouring down my blessings tell me, can you stand the reign?
I got everything they told me I could never have they counted me out but they was never good at math can you stand the reign?
Written by: James Harris, Ronashley Perkins, Terry Lewis
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