Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Blade Brown
Intérprete
K-Trap
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jonathon Wrate
Autoría
Devonte Perkins
Autoría
Aaron Philip Joseph Goedluck
Autoría
Rhys Hartley
Autoría
Letra
[Verse 1]
Yeah, and they ain't never made a team eat
Everybody's tryna be a boss, that's why your team weak
Double R with the cream seats
And I ain't takin' any losses, need a clean sheet
I need a clean run
I know the streets might seem fun
It's only sunny days till the breeze come
Loyalty is priceless
Show me that, I'll show you how to reach funds
Like they say: each one teach one
[Verse 2]
Fuck working all year to only get paid twelve times
Fuck that! I'd rather go and build twelve lines
Know **** wanna see me doin' cell time
I dealt bine, hit a **** and I felt fine
Yeah, we the **** that you read about
I know ****, they would love to see me bleedin' out
Leave me out
Little ****, they just need the clout
I'm a juggernaut of rap and watch me feed the drought
And I can't turn this water into wine
But I can turn this two and a quarter into nine
My little **** flyin', yeah, I taught him how to grind
Now he whip it like a pro, he put that water on to shine
Still got money I ain't seen from last time I said it
Copped a yard outright, got ends but no credit
The ends, yeah, I fed it
Use bens for my edit
These **** can't fuck with my pen, yeah, I said it
[Verse 3]
Yeah, and they ain't never made a team eat
Everybody's tryna be a boss, that's why your team weak
Double R with the cream seats
And I ain't takin' any losses, need a clean sheet
I need a clean run
I know the streets might seem fun
It's only sunny days till the breeze come
Loyalty is priceless
Show me that, I'll show you how to reach funds
Like they say: each one teach one
[Verse 4]
My Pyrex gettin' dust in it 'cause nowadays I get it, let it go
When it's comin' I don't even like touchin' it
'Member when my foot used to get stuck in it
I shut the blinds, get a cutting knife and really get stuck in it
When will I make enough of it?
Or would it end bad, sad? I don't know, but I ain't trustin' it
Times I wanna give up, then I get myself that figure
Mix the buj right, hold the sieve up
Snakes, yeah, they slither, and these guns fire
I'd rather one less guy than one liar
I'd rather bring the bros back, how many go?
And I don't need no big batch, I'll sit alone and do it
Already been through it, I'm immune to it
Want these Ms now, or is it too soon for it?
Don't know what to do with it
As long as it's comin' through
And I can leave the game and go and make another move
[Verse 5]
Yeah, and they ain't never made a team eat
Everybody's tryna be a boss, that's why your team weak
Double R with the cream seats
And I ain't takin' any losses, need a clean sheet
I need a clean run
I know the streets might seem fun
It's only sunny days till the breeze come
Loyalty is priceless
Show me that, I'll show you how to reach funds
Like they say: each one teach one
Written by: Aaron Philip Joseph Goedluck, Devonte Perkins, Jonathon Wrate, Rhys Hartley

