Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Levi Long
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Muchogotit
Mixing Engineer
Elementary
Producer
Lyrics
(man)
(think they'd learn)
You on a pogo this ain’t elementary
I’m in the gym pushin plates pushin plates where the leaders be
Oven in a bible under the lemon tree
Choppin wood Bring the smoke like a chimney
Real one and wont fold for the industry
You sold and they all just a wanna be
Been cold know they don’t make another me
(Know that shit)
Swear I've been doin this under cover go an lay down a beat ima burn the rubba
And you think that you hot ima burst the bubble
Put it right in the ground
Ima hid the shovel
Then I plea the 5th and do no rebuttal
Get a hit from your chick she not tryna snuggle
Man the boy coming back climbin out the rubble
Am if I gotta leave I aint goin suttle
Im still gon play it easy
Whole lotta people need me
Man I move to breezy
Big cones an I’m cheezin
Only party on the weekends
Just a anotha from the east end
Long hair for no reason
On yah head an I’m geekin
Run up talkin all that bull shit we gon bust yo head and leave you sleepin
She know I got
53
2 chains and they clang when I walk
She a h town baby and she like how I talk
I live my life out dated we just walkin em out
I don’t stand back they know I’m fully involved
So now big dually your not doin shit
Outa get up outta here quick
Got bro on my six with clips it’s lit
We come from out the stix
N I live on the limb
Lord forgive my sins
Been bound south winds
Do in this for my kids
Money pockets gettin Dense
Something really gotta
Been a minute since
How could it forget
Man I swear that boy don’t miss
N she hold both poles in this whip
I’m just a old soul with a fifth
Ik she loco lil bit
Ima take all the bullets outta that stick
Lee why you take the bullets out?
(c'mon man)
You on a pogo this ain’t elementary
I’m in the gym pushin plates pushin plates where the leaders be
Oven in a bible under the lemon tree
Choppin wood Bring the smoke like a chimney
Real one and wont fold for the industry
You sold and they all just a wanna be
Been cold know they don’t make another me
Know that shit
1:45
Somebody save the man
He done bought another table dance
I could whoop his ass with both hands tied behind my back
& Hit the runnin man
Know When I hit it be thundering
Notice that I am not stuttering
Boy you nervous and u flutterin
Stone cold smacking beers n im chugging em
Middle finger to the other men oh how im lovin it
2:00
From the da burg hit you with smirk I steady know my worth
Just got off work, tired but not hurt
Me n OT always skirt
I whip both hands all on my shirt
Don’t understand she lovin my worst
Why would I be on vacation
I’m the one that’s never playin
Crome flask & my
2 chains and they clang when I walk
She a h town baby and she like how I talk
I live my life out dated we just walkin em off
I don't stand back they know im fully involved
Yah lil bitch
Written by: Levi Long