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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Arnold
Andrew Arnold
Songwriter
Chase Gleason
Chase Gleason
Songwriter
Phil Fishbaugher
Phil Fishbaugher
Songwriter
Carter Fishbaugher
Carter Fishbaugher
Songwriter
Kaleb Marse
Kaleb Marse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Gleason
Chase Gleason
Producer
Influential Lucas
Influential Lucas
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Should I rip another take here Yeah Aight Aight Watch from the sideline I'm shooting my shot Shoot my shot hey hey hey Ya'll watching Ya'll watching Aight Check this shit out Check it out Check it out Watch from the sideline I'm shooting my shot I'm really here cooking Ya'll just stir up the pot Put respect on my name If I fall out your loose lips Trying to run up a bag and Stack up some blue chips If you had me then lost me You might not recover I know your fam miss And say hi to your mother Take a look in the mirror Find your faults and then own it Trying to muddle my name When you used to moan it I'm taking all this aggression into this studio session And I have every intention Of catching all your attention When I see with conviction That you're not what I'm missing Had to go kill the warden and break out of the prison Keep snoozing on me that mistake could be fatal And don't say you know me when I'm saying to my label My flight is now boarding y'all better get on The take off is coming for the one that you slept on Mind is a blank I'm only coming for the taking I been high From the pain I'm writing Don't make no mistaking I'm locked in And I'm ready The cockpit of the chevy z box is is filled with heady Obnoxious Loud if anything Pocket's full of shit that I ain't sell homie Well fuck it I'll keep going The road of a street poet When rowing in deep waters My motive is weed smoking My future ain't bleak no more On notice been compared to the best I wear that shit on my chest Like an s I finessed it Life ain't going to get the best of me yes I'm a mess Outside the booth I'm invested into all of this yet I don't get paid shit I gotta remember I'm blessed Fuck a rat race In buildings where I don't fit in Mixing juice inside of the gin I'm losing my fucking sanity Cause life ain't where I planned to be But god damnit it I'm managing What's at stake got no plan to be Coming up short Hit the l with blunt force Like hell might as well live it up Just one more time Before I'm Faded hated and done for Felt so underrated this year Shit what's one more Yeah And you don't want to test me Got the kick down when I aim Call it messi The same ones who gonna judge how we flexing Never do the work over here putting reps in And it's been a long year watching hella vision Never switch up head down on a mission Overtime never slipped up doing dishes Do what it takes make a bag turn it into riches I always got the strength in the booth condition I'm the one that gives them something to go talk about Had to lose it all then find it then go make it out Solo up in the clouds look at the timeline Life passes before your eyes Can't slow down mine fast life never look up Running red lights Underdog since way back got a mean bite Don't wanna go rounds one two Where's the fight I'll never stop what I do making highlights Been on the rise feeling blessed, reaching new heights You talk a lot of shit sitting on the sidelines Could care less but I think about my life Yeah and you don't wanna test me Got the kick down when I aim call it messi The same ones who gonna judge how we flexing Never do the work over here putting reps in I'm the one who really knows how To go speed up the pace Turn the corner go make it out I'm the one who really knows how yeah I'm the one they gonna talk about The devil stole my halo Inside of his grasp and he won't let it go My life has gotten out of control Addictive habits yeah they won't let go Pull up to your crib and I'm waiting for the payload Laying low like my name is frank costello Run your mouth and I'll let this thing blow Heart running cold when it's six feet below Who says I don't rap no more I do other shit cause I just get bored Motherfuckers yeah they ain't as good So I moved to other genres as I should People always expecting a handout You get ignored while I take a different route I'm on the back road headed to the peak You are nothing to me but a little pipsqueak Nothing's free so if you need a future hit me in the DM While I wait for that cash I'll let the future of artists kill em Fucking kill em Fucking kill em Future of artists Fucking kill em Yeah
Writer(s): Andrew Arnold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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