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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Michael Privott
Songwriter
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Oh yeah
I got it, I got it
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep that pole with me, I don't wanna die young
Yeah, I want this shit bad, I'm the chosen one
Had to get up off my ass and go and show 'em somethin'
Let's get it
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep that pole with me, I don't wanna die young
Yeah, I want this shit bad, I'm the chosen one
Had to get up off my ass and go and show 'em somethin'
Got my brothers with me, yeah, I think we onto somethin'
I'ma play that bitch 50 if you owe me somethin'
I'm makin' plays like OBJ, but you ain't gotta throw me nothin'
I hope my youngin make his way and he don't owe me nothin'
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep that pole with me, I don't wanna die young
Yeah, I want this shit bad, I'm the chosen one
Had to get up off my ass and go and show 'em somethin'
Got my brothers with me, yeah, I think we onto somethin'
I'ma play that bitch 50 if you owe me somethin'
I'm makin' plays like OBJ, but you ain't gotta throw me nothin'
I hope my youngin make his way and he don't owe me nothin'
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep my pole with me, watchin' out for pythons
Let my mother meet my friends, she spot the fake ones
The shit I got goin', I can't risk nothin'
She said she'd risk it all for the right one
I looked at Wink the builder and said, "We got one" (Oh yeah)
'Bout to have the six jumpin' like I'm LeBron (Oh yeah)
I'm young and rich and I'm raw as heroin (I got it)
I feel like Money Mitch, I'm just tryna live long (I got it)
I got a mob full of killers, they all real ones (Facts)
I got a couple ditches made for the snake ones
I won't see another sale, I'm evictin' witness
I can't see another jail, that shit gon' fuck up business
When you see me, ****, know you lookin' at the illest (Facts)
I been pushin' so much weight, you think I'm into fitness (I got it)
Get your baby father drilled 'cause he ain't mind his business
Bitch, you know how I'm a player, I'll make your people feel it
Bitch, you know how I be comin', bitch, I'm to the realest (Oh yeah)
I ain't Lonzo Ball, but this big baller business
I turned that hard from soft, ****, then I made a killing (I got it)
I run them laps around the trap, I'm tryna lose some weight
I gotta buy some green, buy some 'fro, and beat his case
I gotta feed my wolves, ****, we all get a plate (Facts)
You can see what I been through, it's written on my face (Facts)
****, all money in, that's how we make a way
If a **** ever play, he gon' meet his day
I got my spot really jumpin', I could charge to stay (Oh yeah)
I got this thot, she a freak, you could pay to play (Oh yeah)
I got some ****, they get grimy, don't get in they way
I got some ****, call me Klay how I shoot the trey
Bitch, you know I'm here to stay, this shit like destiny
If we ever go to war, you gettin' the best of me
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep that pole with me, I don't wanna die young
Yeah, I want this shit bad, I'm the chosen one
Had to get up off my ass and go and show 'em somethin'
Got my brothers with me, yeah, I think we onto somethin'
I'ma play that bitch 50 if you owe me somethin'
I'm makin' plays like OBJ, but you ain't gotta throw me nothin'
I hope my youngin make his way and he don't owe me nothin'
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep that pole with me, I don't wanna die young
Yeah, I want this shit bad, I'm the chosen one
Had to get up off my ass and go and show 'em somethin'
Got my brothers with me, yeah, I think we onto somethin'
I'ma play that bitch 50 if you owe me somethin'
I'm makin' plays like OBJ, but you ain't gotta throw me nothin'
I hope my youngin make his way and he don't owe me nothin'
Got my spot jumpin', named it Zion
Keep that pole with me, I don't wanna die young
Yeah, I want this shit bad, I'm the chosen one
Had to get up off my ass and go and show 'em somethin'
Got my brothers with me, yeah, I think we onto somethin'
I'ma play that bitch like 50 if you owe me somethin'
I'm makin' plays like OBJ, but you ain't gotta throw me nothin'
I hope my youngin make his way and he don't owe me nothin'
Written by: Damon Michael Privott