Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wyte
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Lanshaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Motha'fucka', it's on, ****
Hypnotize motherfuckin' minds god damnit
Once again Lil' Wyte
It's goin' down, Lil Wyte, doubt me Now
The new album, yeah
For all you haters and you motherfuckin' wannabes
Hypnotized minds, ****
Here go some motherfuckin' homework for you bitches
Study the motha'fuckin' album hoes
That's all you do **** wanna be me
Motherfucka's
Fuck these bitches, we run this shit!
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Lil' Wyte putting it down for that HCP
[Verse 3]
Hypnotize Minds straight from Memphis
Motherfuckin' Tennessee, out that Bay Area
Puttin' it down for all my dogs that stay down
And for all the haters it's fuck y'all
Every each and one of y'all motherfuckers can doubt me now
Motha' fucka''cause I got the hardest tracks in the motherfuckin' industry
It's goin' down main, know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 4]
This is my time so listen up
I'm finna bump
I'll give you somethin' I know you been waitin' on
With HCP all on the track
Airborne attack, strike from the back
Take up yo slack ho
This for the ones all in the field
Searchin' for real music to feel
I got the antidote
Quote the words I write, 'bout to ignite
And light up the room brighter than the sun through a telescope
Beats out the frame I'm still the same
Thoughts were erased from the shit that I dropped
From my underground tapes
Comin' with the raw I ain't tryna fall
Even though I'm small
I give it to ya' 300p's at eight feet tall
Light up the blunt pass it to me
Don't skimp the weeds I'll take ya' blunt
And smoke it in ya' face
Dro is around I will be found
Pickin' up the pound
Takin' a sample just to let you know how it taste
White in my blood never touched a drug
Don't expect a hunter
Don't think Lil' Wyte don't be fucked up
Ecstasy pills, ooh make you feel like
Man of Steel
Make me get up with my boots
Get me fucked up
Creep in the cut
Hit the strip in the Bay
Holla at my dogs, too many names for me to say
'Cause if I could I would, but see I can't and I ain't
Don't take it personal get with me later I blaze dank
And this the first song couldn't have went wrong
Pickin' it up off the shelf to make it part of your collection at home
I write my shit I'll drop my shit on your dick and shit
Have you having criped all up in yo backbone
Begin my legacy, givin' the best of me
Life has been stressin' me, time to impress the streets
Not enough time, not enough money could come close
**** like Wyte doing this before them haters to see
[Verse 5]
I done hooked up with the camp, you can doubt me now
I'm about to cruise the map, you can doubt me now
For all them chatterin' teeth bitch, doubt me now
Haters deep in the streets, ho, doubt me now
I'm gone be rollin' in some dough, but you can doubt me now
You said that there would be no hope but you can doubt me now
I told you I was gonna make it, you can doubt me now
The heart pump you in the face if you can doubt me now
Written by: Patrick Lanshaw

