Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Walker
Composer
Richard Browne
Composer
Lirik
Heard this beat like ok ok it's a lil hard
I done been through way too much I got too many scars
They say I'm out this world It's cause I'm shooting for the stars
They think that I ain't bout it nah homie I'm thinking smart
Offered millions for the rights I'm thinking that's a bargain
But ima keep it for my self I appreciate the offer
I ain't selling unless the price is right like Bob Barker
My style stay sharp with a ie like it's a marker
Gotta keep it tidy cause you know my girl a talker
We just sit back vibing forget about all the stalkers
Kick down the door I'm going harden forgot the rockets
Must not have money cause you talking all of that non cents
Got my music ringing through their heads like I'm they conscience
If you seen behind the scenes I'd have to kill you ain't no other options
Next time ya nosey think bout your family screaming "no we lost him"
I'm at the funeral in all black paying for the coffin
Sorry mom I know my bars can make you kinda nauseous
But this the side that they brought out of me I kinda lost it
Grandma gon say I been listening to much Eminem
That's who they say I am but wait, I ain't him
Back to the script I do improv like this is SNL
I got partners and we all tight Kenan and Kel
If I keep it on my hip then ima shoot as well
I'm just playing ion do that I'm a rapper hell
I might pull up to the function jumping out a well
Cause I got drip get it I guess ima walking mill
Why every old head think they uncle Phil for real
My freestyles better than most rappers songs for real
I hop up in the booth and go straight off the dome dome
They know I'm Lowkey I move like Al Capone pone
And I everything I do I do it on my own own
I got this music in my blood I got it Sown on
Hola como Estas the beat I kill it next
Then I Take it to the UK and I drill it next
These Rappers only show up when they be feeling fresh
But I show up everyday they just be working less
If I had COVID I would still be working from the bed
If I was paralyzed I'd still be working form the head
If I was incarcerated still be working from the feds
No excuses if I ain't working I'd be working damn
She said she miss me told her I ain't got no time for that
Feel like a laundry mat the way these dimes fall for that
If you ain't in my circle I ain't tryna call you back
Cause this album dropping soon I got my all in that
Written by: Carlyle Brown, Gerell Antonio Brown, Jack Lawrence-Brown, Patrick Walker, Richard Browne