Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Boldy James
Intérprete
Your Boy Posca
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Boldy James
Autoría
Letra
Yeah
I been that **** all my life but I can die tonight
It's really no competition, I feel like Allen Iv
I send 'em to the mortician, they think he's still alive
We done stretched him like marks on their outer thighs
That **** made a cold statement, he got summarized
Bona fide hustler, both eyes on the prize
Soon to realize when you keep shit in disguise
I wonder why these **** quiet now
I pull the chopper out the closet, it get real loud
Millhouse **** don't wanna come out their house
I'm really sitting on the money, this shit stuffed in the couch
I'm really hittin' on your honey like bees 'round a jar
I bet these **** in that jam getting brodie involved
I'm paranoid 'bout them wire taps, don't even tryna call me
I bet they tryna stall me
We still standing tall, I let the grind speak for itself
They like what kind of job
I'm a star, baby, don't you see this car
I don't even need a license, I just whip it raw
Back in the days I needed guidance, now they follow my steps
Still police sirens ringing every day in my 'jects
Still rolling 'round tired while I'm chasing that check
I'm still waiting on Empire to cut me that check
**** walk around lying, tryna earn him some rep
I got many rappers dying tryna earn my respect
They say never meet your idols, ****, what you expect?
Everything that I desire I get, for real
How many nighters can you pull before you pull a dozer?
How many times can you pull it off 'fore they pull you over?
Told 'em I'm pulling up, but really I'm just leaving Troy
Last night we took 'em on a chase, felt like a Kia Boy
Don't even need no key to start it, just a USB
New XD made the airbag on the driver side deploy
Seen his eye pop out the socket from that bottle rocket
Bleed your block with that yop stick, yeah, we'll mollywhop it
Heard Polly want a cracker
This molly want a tracker
Gina want a Tina, she lil eepy off that Polly Pocket
Hood tuning into my flicks, you know I got 'em watching
Wishing they can catch me red handed with these Roxicontins
Two way deuce that's on the deuce, no OG Bobby Johnson
Last **** played with Lil Moose they found him non-responsive
I'm not responding to no IG or no Twitter rants
Thuggin' with them creatures, whole ghetto know I been a champ
What else?
Thuggin' with them creatures, whole ghetto know I been a champ
Mafia
Two way, deuce, siete
What up Posca? What up Shabb?
Yeah
The biggest Creature
Biggest 'goyle on the rooftop
Written by: Boldy James

