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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Carlos Constancia
Joseph Carlos Constancia
Songwriter
Christopher Perry
Christopher Perry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jchron
Jchron
Producer

歌詞

Heart full of visions, mind full of pain, yes, counting every blessing I've been
Up through that rain
I buried all my boys, I hate it had to be this way, this life it couldn't be ignored
For visions that I couldn't take
Yeah, people staying silent, they ain't speaking, they be choosing
While I'm counting up this bread, they wishing they could make improvements
Take accountability, my brody, don't be acting stupid
Never let a bitch gon' steal your heart like she was sent from Cupid
Bitch, I'm way too rare, I gotta kick her out my section
Blowing gas, hand full of cash, I ain't stressing
Why for?
'Cause that's why I'm acting reckless
And I don't really need a reason for me to be stepping
But, bitch, I'm in my bag, that's the reason why I be flexing
Check up on your DMs, see your BMs, send a message
Pull up on your BM, hold your brody, get the message
Heard that Chrispy be taking off, lil' homie, you better catch up
I'm moving like a rocket, so you foldin' under pressure
I know why they hate me, cause they know a youngin' next up
And I always keep it moving case somebody wanna check us
Now, I kicked her down the road
Had no money, I was broke
I got kicked right out of school, I mean, I really had no hope
How the fuck you think I feel now, when they've really call me "GOAT"
Give a fuck about a check list
We gon' moherfuckin' slide, cause you know I'm acting reckless
Give a fuck about a check list
We gon' light up like a fire when the in the room it's unexpected
How the fuck we the highest in the room but still protected
Yall realize who is coming back to dominate, focusing in hard as I hit this concentrate, had to take a break cause I had a lot on my plate, could be talking about issues or the fact that I'm eating steak, if my homies get in
Trouble I'm praying that they beat the case/ pull up to the show see the crowd no fear in my face/ taking shots
With these rappers and I don't even need to chase/ same goes for these hoes/ one night just to skeet there face/
Even with a fire wood Stove you couldn't heat the place, chicks do me dirty but yall look at her like she's a Saint, but whatever bro spit a better flow/ and move right past it/ roll up 4 king size cones and I ash it/ yall play
This in the whip put them speakers up blast it, complaining that they broke go hustle if you need dough, get Your $ up to start balling like a free throw, government playing with these prices going up and down like a ski
Slope, kind of like weed heads when they need smoke, similar to food they just gonna need more, Chrispy and I About to blow like a C4, listeners state the rap game needs change I couldnt agree more, I represent Rhode
Island and Bristol proud, fuck these haters they just hating cause we official now Done with these hoes we dick em down and kick them out!!!
Give a fuck about a check list
We gon' motherfuckin' slide, cause you know I'm acting reckless
Give a fuck about a check list
We gon' light up like a fire when the in the room it's unexpected
How the fuck we the highest in the room but still protected
We gon' motherfuckin' slide, cause you know I'm acting reckless
They talkin' crap, I'mma laugh it off
Got the J and I'mma pass it off
I love college, gettin' brain like I'm Asher Roth
Pass it off
Bitch, I'm drippin' on everybody like apple sauce
Jimmy Neutron with the gas, and we blastin' off
I am in the game, so just pass the ball
Cash it off
Knock it off
I've been bouncin' around this bitch like basketball
Band of bitches, bring em' to my show and then we smash em' all
Just like this was Smash Bros
In my phone, I stash flows
Youngin' takin' classes, but they still ain't got no class, though
Wouldn't let us through the front, went through the back and left the glass broke
Talkin' bout cash, but they don't see no cash flow!!
Sorry, I'm an asshole, but don't fuck up the cash, though
Everything I got around me
I chase the bag, hoe
Written by: Christopher Perry, Joseph Carlos Constancia
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