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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Wehye
S. Wehye
Songwriter
Thomas Johnson
Thomas Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Weas Genius
Weas Genius
Recording Engineer
Dartanious
Dartanious
Producer

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They like who that? who that Oh thats Weas G Stepping out the limousine, slick as vaseline Fresh up out the magazine, hot as kerosene Got ya shorty gassed up call her a-t-v Beat booming out the box, sound like SMGs Casualties with Weas and Dart on the m-i-c Cut from another cloth ain't no l-i-e Man you lookin at the best with your e-y-e's Look These niggas couldn't hang if they was hooked to a coat rack Only tell you niggas once Bitch you know the goat back You can go hashtag, like And repost that These hands meant to translate These niggas can't decode jabs Cause I been on my 1,2 and 3,4 Mind scorching, hold fire just like the sock drawer Check the score, double digits treat em like dirty chores Hand itching Patience getting thinner by every minute Catch me slipping? gotta better chance at holding liquid Rock plymouth, plymouth rock We slapping all the bigots, fuck prohibits Crooked niggas creeping with chrome biscuits Ain't pillsbury, obviously need a meal ticket These lame niggas gotta go, we kickin square biz Over here, we careful, try not to be careless So hear this, prepared to do damage It's like a bad magic trick, no way that we can vanish Stop the bullshit Carve these MCs open I'm here to murder mics like Who left the drapes open Flow been surging Deeper than a brain surgeon Leave you bloody as mary In the King James version The preacher taught the sermon Money's the root of evil And why the money eyes Greener than Erick sermon Equal profits mostly discreet earnings Belly of da beast burning In a GLE, a new german Cuban links and dookie ropes Fiends flying high off the dope Macho Man Randy savage Or the Hardy brothers Yeah we gods my brother No answers for the undercovers Operating under conditions Of the summers, call the coroner Two zero one fifty six Yeah the orders up Is it true that ancestors abandoned us Many doppelgängers is cloning us Causing bad behavior Reporting from the field, Jay glazer Independent no major Being a goat, it's many stages Off the top, delivery and cadence Lost in volcano mazes, we shining as Jack nick Hip-hop's been deconstructed Industry plants,who's to be trusted 21 Jump street, the game's filled with Mickeys and goofys Dumb bitches who groupies Fake friends and flukies Buckets acting bougie, this era Full of errors, no mirrors, just shattered fears And spattered tears, post traumatic That syndrome in the air Young niggas' hearts cold as frigid air In the projects with the pole Send em dancing with the devil Lil Nas x Getting beat down with timberlands Grass greener than wimbledon Goons sliding '82 Ricky henderson Rats don't wear wires no more Check there voice memos I need more whips than Leno, thick bitch like lizzo Anybody wanna battle in my arena to-shin-do Cartridge getting blown, dusty nintendo Once I was homeless, Mr. wendell Arrested my development Karma delivers severe punishment So many delegates, feeling like the president I grew up on Biggie, Pac and Wu-Tang killa bees You grew up on lean, borrowed flows and skinny jeans We in a different league, sonically and lyrically Statements converting eulogy Damn, he a villian with hero ambition And zero intentions, monetize creative inventions Hip-Hop needs a plug, I'm the extension I'm crafting this dub like mathematics Vintage iconz jogger suits To complete my apparatus I defeat egos and wealthy status New kicks SIA collective We influence the influencers No one as true as us The world is under siege I'm here to motivate and push the culture, Gary vee Next time charge these wack niggas a fee, stop lying Yo yo yo yo Yo Dart chill chill chill man chill Save some for the next one ha ha ha
Writer(s): Saywon Wehye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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