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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashied W. Sabir
Songwriter
Dyare Kurd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard De La Hoz
Producer
Ryan Olson
Assistant Recording Engineer
歌詞
Alright, alright, okay, okay, what's good uh (yo yo yo)
Fourth chapter to the longest saga ever this the aftermather (yessir)
New season, better wishes
Follow all my terms and conditions
Contracts don't align with the status that's called fishing
Fuck the present, this the future I went to visit
Like all delinquents, you gone have to pass me to get that spare tuition
VOSTYLE, this another solitary mission
I'm went from college to conducting business
I went from commas to investment percentage
This most outta trauma that I'm baring from a low position
Got them snakes trinna holla, I'd be best if I just leave em hissin
With no veneers and open ears, I'm a pigment
Hoping 12 don't got a picket fence around these pig adventures
No attention from the hoes and fishes
Catching bodies, shooting shotties
What the fuck you think do in Memphis?
Im quite prepare for this architecture square
All my circles in effect, kept the radius to a pair
But ima try an angle, making sure ain't poking bears
In the forest trinna see a Gump magically appear
Man, I swear
These **** thinking I'm an amateur
Jealous around me, it'll emotionally will damage ya
Second time around me, it's a sickness to they managers
And then they wanna ask me, can we hop on feature bruh
Nahhhh these sum mathafuckin Ether bros
Nonetheless, Shether hoes
Conspired to a Remy verse, the universe is seeking jokes
Need a bitch to clean my yolk
Sweeter than some M&Ms, but dryer than some heated roast
You know a shawty, let me know
I'll spring around her body let the summer make her need sum more
Fucked around and never had a child
Cuz my momma and my daddy said I need to grow
Focus on myself, propaganda in agenda notes
This a need to know basis for centuries
Prime in my vision, maybe Optimus protects me
Transformation status, long way from being booty cheeks
And I can't even wipe my ass and throw it down the toilet seats no more
It's MIA revoked
I hate to pay the price, my sacrifice almost made me had a stroke
But then I gave into the smoke
Call me Triple H cuz this that type game that you could never bring it on ya show, bitch
See, I done said this shit before and imma say it again
If we compare ourselves to goats then I'm the heartbreak kid
Cause I'm a showstopper
Flow harder
When I'm in the booth they be calling me the yo doctor
(Alright now)
See I get my shit out in a flash they thinking imma save them
My bars is hot like human torch so fuck it imma flame them
These other rappers think they Batman, call me Bane then
Bane of they existence, mane this shit is so exquisite
Way that I been rapping feel I'm fired by some pistons
Jus like I was Ben Simmons
Cold cuz I jus been chillin'
And all these hoes around on me they tricks been tenin
It's showtime, up in outer space like the Apollo
Fuck a hellcat play this in a Monte Carlo
Im appalled tho
Thinking you can keep the pace
Bitch eat a hollow
Get the fuck up out my face with that bitch you can swallow
Swallow deez nuts
See I was always jus that kid up in the back of the bus
And now I'm throwing shit and causing mayhem like I got a bucket
Been up on my Wu Tang bring the fuckin' ruckus
Victor Von Doom shit
My youngins like to boom shit
When they pull up in that big van thats a tool kit
Imma keep on spitting flames I know I'll be revered, so quick
Treat em like my name is scorpion (Get over here bitch!)
But Dyare been the goat I promise you ain't no debatin
Imma fuck around and throw a bomb like Peyton
I been up them late nights steady contemplating
If they pay me for my work, then I'll be richer than satan
On god, ah
Written by: Dyare Kurd, Rashied W. Sabir