Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcel Kerr
Songwriter
Ian Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real Job Hason
Engineer
Hason Denard
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, these words connect, words connect
Haha, yeah, I'm bout to walk em down
Look
Aye
The guys you think is worth it rhymes be on the surface
Mind really subversive since I picked up my purpose
These devils round me nervous
We ripped and flipped the script when words connect like cursive
I'm a bit more intricate with it so I get it
I lose observance
They kick simplistic shit with flows you heard before
My penmanship sink **** thinkin' that they wavy sure
I write iceberg letters, y'all iceberg lettuce
This music I wrote, a vehicle
Let's see where my words get us
Keep your hands on the wheel at ten and two
As far as women I attended to
I done had a couple pairs of tens and twos
Like tennis shoes since middle school
You get it dude, baddies I done had a few
Fatherless daughters callin' me daddy too
They show me gratitude
I gave them purpose, not purses
And fixed their attitudes
Cause that's what daddy do
A general beauty givin' me coochie how my boo salute me
I'm pipin' cuties on my days off of daddy duty
They never made it sound this cool to be responsible
Since school, my mother knew I was not like them other dudes
Raised by a father whose reality was harder than the way
Most y'all was brought up, almost turned my dreams to martyr
The flows went from brick and mortar startup to an IPO
Stocked up my goals, traders sell you out when your highs be low
I take it slow, they catch you slippin' like it's a icy road
They feel like nobody's seein' me like I might be ghost
Who you said better? I know you fuckin' lyin
I looked up in the sky and to see if the pigs was flyin
I linked up with the kings, you know, iron sharp and iron
I float like I'm from Mount Zion, these **** nothin' like I am
Who you said doper? I know you fuckin' slow, bruh
I put my hands on the ground and see if hell is frozen over
I know you not sober, to the top, I'm a lot closer
I pop, but I'm not soda, get you stopped like the clock's over
So, who you jokers really think you dealin' with
I'm the king jack and my queen is a ten
With the ace in the hole, it's just a fact that my hand is different
And I'm not even playin' with a full deck, you simpletons
Since I started rappin' on tracks with so-called rappers
Nah, I ain't been innocent, I snap like electronic benefits
They say I react aggressively, I just call it militant
Pour out some liquor in remembrance for lyricists
Who can't keep up with what Words Connect's deliverin
Somebody posed to be better, tuh never
I really handled my business and kept a neat ledger
I'm playin' chess, y'all playin' spades
But even when I play y'all game, I'm the big joker, y'all Heath Ledger
Y'all playin' roles, so no, you can't compete ever
With someone like me who's just extremely better
I eat emcees and secrete gold-plated jewelry
Moissanite diamonds and cheap leather
I'm godly, but I bleed, I follow when I lead
When things get rocky, still die by my creed
Wife made me a papi, but I started as a seed
Grew from the dirt, stood ten toes down
And always plant my feet on the higher grounds
I ain't done yet, but how that sound
They think they superior, oh, so they lyin, wow
I deserve my praises, bring in the choir now
Loudest person in the room, see me and they quiet down
Strong like Iron Mike, but I could've been Michael Brown
These days, if you ain't on my level, I am not around
Do it for the ones that couldn't make it to the final round
Nowadays, everyone that sees me knows what I'm about
No, I don't do this for no type of clout
Teachin' lessons, then I chalk em out
Yo, Cell, what the fuck these **** talkin' bout
I'm out
Who you said better?
Who you said doper?
Written by: Ian Bennett, Marcel Kerr