Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Fredo
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Marvin Bailey
Composición
Jagraj Bains
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
JB
Producción
Mr Mennie
Ingeniería de grabación
Dukus
Masterización
Letra
[Verse 1]
Survival of the fittest
Man, I'm coming from that jungle
So you can say I'm ridin' with gorillas
What I'm writin' is the realest
This rappin' really saved me
I was tired of the weapon
Balenciaga's cute and so I buy them for the missus
If he's got the belly when he's tyin' up your ****
And if he ain't repaying you can find him in a river
I'm grindin' in the winter
This coat cost me two stacks, so I ain't gonna shiver
[Verse 2]
We don't beef on Internet
Pussy boy, that's incorrect
Watch my hand, it's drippin' wet
Shoot him out of disrespect
Plug's get to see in the flick of my wrist
And start thinkin' silly things like they can kick me a brick
[Verse 3]
Then I'm messin' with it
I've got this little dip I'm stickin' with it
And you can ask that little prick how I get busy with it
Man I walk in Harvey Nicks and I get silly with it
Still I'm tryna give my **** packs and prison visit
'Cause it fucks me up just to see him livin' in it
Up in a jacuzzi, but you gotta be a resident
Four racks a month is what I'm droppin' on these premises
These times the crow view is squabbling with benefits
[Verse 4]
Glidin', not tickin', I'm rhymin' and whippin'
We fried it in minutes, that's my kind of business
I'm ridin' through the city, I'm with bad luck Billy
Last **** played around he got stabbed up silly
[Verse 5]
And I'm stacked up really so they wonder a lot
My friend's mum asked me "Why do I still come to the block?"
'Cause my brothers are here, mami, and I love them a lot
I can't forget about them times that we had nothing but rocks
Good coke cookin', looks like cum in the pot
And the second air touches that shit turn into rock
I got a gun in the spot, tell me who you're comin' to rob?
And my chain means more because I've done it dots
[Verse 6]
Like, how can you depart, you was there from the start
With no fear in the heart, man, I swear you're my dog
And that's dead or alive, I'm talkin' free or in prison
I can't fly to the States 'cause I've been in the kitchen
[Verse 7]
And they got some mad J's that I need in my system
And I'm rollin' all this weed up to feed the addiction
Yeah, I tried to stop smokin' but the weed didn't listen
Man, I've heard what you've done so I'm keepin' my distance
Written by: Jagraj Bains, Marvin Bailey