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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flava D
Flava D
Performer
Emz
Emz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danielle Gooding
Danielle Gooding
Songwriter
Emile Hunter
Emile Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danielle Gooding
Danielle Gooding
Producer

Testi

Unlimited, Flava D
It's Emz
Yo, angels on my shoulders got me feeling blessed
They got me where I'm meant to be, like a GPS
You can see they grey up in my head, I can't hide my stress
I was down, my only way was up, now I'm into the next
I'm moving on, that's all in the past, that's all BTS
Fuck a freestyle, I need cash and I come to collect
Fuck with me, I'm busy being me, ain't worried 'bout the best
Or the rest and their friends, I'ma drop out, fuck your tests (yeah)
Don't play with me, I pulled up with Flava D
Right on time like Flavor Flav, couple gyallie wanna taste
I get home, from the streets and count up what I made today
If you want my signature, then you better pay my way
Got hella bars, but you're broke, they don't care 'bout what you say
It's shallow but saw it go, so you better find a way
To get paid, 'cause I did, so can you, that's the mood
But show me a certi lick and I'll disappear today
They hit me up like, "Emz, what you doing?"
Where's the tunes? You been truant
Without you the scenes ruined
I gotta tell you that I'm sorry
But I'm human, I procrastinate
But when I'm in my bag, I'm too fluent
They hit me up like, "Emz, what you doing?"
Where's the tunes? You been truant
Without you the scenes ruined
I gotta tell you that I'm sorry
But I'm human, I procrastinate
But when I'm in my bag, I'm too fluent
My ting's natural, I don't act at all
Differentials, man are cappin', nothing factual
My aim's vertical, never lateral
I see a bag, I'm like ash, how I gotta catch 'em all
Try a ting and get turned to ash 'cause you're flammable
Got a way, on top of the wave, I'm the admiral
Come a long way from the noodles and the mackerel
And I'm praying that I'm never ever going back at all
Either I'm on stage or backstage
Pick your words 'cause in real life there's no backspace
Turn me up and a punch face, now you're flat face, flat face
If you act lame, better backcase
****, I'm off that I came here to party
How can I be classy, his rhythm is nasty
Couple all the Hennies, me and my charges
I'm feeling liquor bust, I'ma take my car key
They hit me up like, "Emz, what you doing?"
Where's the tunes? You been truant
Without you the scenes ruined
I gotta tell you that I'm sorry
But I'm human, I procrastinate
But when I'm in my bag, I'm too fluent
They hit me up like, "Emz, what you doing?"
Where's the tunes? You been truant
Without you the scenes ruined
I gotta tell you that I'm sorry
But I'm human, I procrastinate
But when I'm in my bag, I'm too fluent
Yo
Written by: Danielle Gooding, Emile Hunter
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