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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Arnold
Songwriter
Chase Gleason
Songwriter
Phil Fishbaugher
Songwriter
Carter Fishbaugher
Songwriter
Kaleb Marse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Gleason
Producer
Influential Lucas
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
Should I rip another take here
Yeah
Aight
Aight
Watch from the sideline I'm shooting my shot
Shoot my shot hey hey hey
Ya'll watching
Ya'll watching
Aight
Check this shit out
Check it out
Check it out
Watch from the sideline I'm shooting my shot
I'm really here cooking
Ya'll just stir up the pot
Put respect on my name
If I fall out your loose lips
Trying to run up a bag and
Stack up some blue chips
If you had me then lost me
You might not recover
I know your fam miss
And say hi to your mother
Take a look in the mirror
Find your faults and then own it
Trying to muddle my name
When you used to moan it
I'm taking all this aggression into this studio session
And I have every intention
Of catching all your attention
When I see with conviction
That you're not what I'm missing
Had to go kill the warden and break out of the prison
Keep snoozing on me that mistake could be fatal
And don't say you know me when I'm saying to my label
My flight is now boarding y'all better get on
The take off is coming for the one that you slept on
Mind is a blank
I'm only coming for the taking
I been high
From the pain
I'm writing
Don't make no mistaking
I'm locked in
And I'm ready
The cockpit of the chevy z box is is filled with heady
Obnoxious
Loud if anything
Pocket's full of shit that I ain't sell homie
Well fuck it I'll keep going
The road of a street poet
When rowing in deep waters
My motive is weed smoking
My future ain't bleak no more
On notice been compared to the best
I wear that shit on my chest
Like an s
I finessed it
Life ain't going to get the best of me yes
I'm a mess
Outside the booth
I'm invested into all of this yet
I don't get paid shit
I gotta remember I'm blessed
Fuck a rat race
In buildings where I don't fit in
Mixing juice inside of the gin
I'm losing my fucking sanity
Cause life ain't where I planned to be
But god damnit it I'm managing
What's at stake got no plan to be
Coming up short
Hit the l with blunt force
Like hell might as well live it up
Just one more time
Before I'm
Faded hated and done for
Felt so underrated this year
Shit what's one more
Yeah
And you don't want to test me
Got the kick down when I aim
Call it messi
The same ones who gonna judge how we flexing
Never do the work over here putting reps in
And it's been a long year watching hella vision
Never switch up head down on a mission
Overtime never slipped up doing dishes
Do what it takes make a bag turn it into riches
I always got the strength in the booth condition
I'm the one that gives them something to go talk about
Had to lose it all then find it then go make it out
Solo up in the clouds look at the timeline
Life passes before your eyes
Can't slow down mine fast life never look up
Running red lights
Underdog since way back got a mean bite
Don't wanna go rounds one two
Where's the fight
I'll never stop what I do making highlights
Been on the rise feeling blessed, reaching new heights
You talk a lot of shit sitting on the sidelines
Could care less but I think about my life
Yeah and you don't wanna test me
Got the kick down when I aim call it messi
The same ones who gonna judge how we flexing
Never do the work over here putting reps in
I'm the one who really knows how
To go speed up the pace
Turn the corner go make it out
I'm the one who really knows how yeah
I'm the one they gonna talk about
The devil stole my halo
Inside of his grasp and he won't let it go
My life has gotten out of control
Addictive habits yeah they won't let go
Pull up to your crib and I'm waiting for the payload
Laying low like my name is frank costello
Run your mouth and I'll let this thing blow
Heart running cold when it's six feet below
Who says I don't rap no more
I do other shit cause I just get bored
Motherfuckers yeah they ain't as good
So I moved to other genres as I should
People always expecting a handout
You get ignored while I take a different route
I'm on the back road headed to the peak
You are nothing to me but a little pipsqueak
Nothing's free so if you need a future hit me in the DM
While I wait for that cash I'll let the future of artists kill em
Fucking kill em
Fucking kill em
Future of artists
Fucking kill em
Yeah
Writer(s): Andrew Arnold
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