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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry M Zajac
Jerry M Zajac
Songwriter
Harrison Bouvé
Harrison Bouvé
Songwriter
Zach R Burwell
Zach R Burwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harrison Bouvé
Harrison Bouvé
Producer

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Started as an east coast vibe Now I'm going worldwide we got this bitch going crazy I used to take the Mazda for a drive Now I'm on the 405 like it's fuck you pay me We really sick of standing outside had to push 'em all aside That's what you get for tryna play me I bet they make a movie when I die just to talk about my life They need an actor to portray me I got this mother fucker clear like an eye drop I got elevated flow I'm on a high top I got a little something stacked like an IHOP If this was 05 you would put it on your iPod Ima give you something that you can't forget Put the price up baby had to tax a bit Know you saw the comma thought it was an accident Well it wasn't it's about time the kid's buzzing I'm tryna get a peek in the elevator But if we talking peaks I need mine like the Himalayas I'm talking yay high man I never had a vertical limit I ain't seen you put in work in a minute I gotta put on for the family that goes for every person that's in it Used to scrape by working as a service attendant Until I got more bitch I ain't comfy I need the top floor Doing anything to get that spot for us pop off Started as an east coast vibe Now I'm going worldwide we got this bitch going crazy I used to take the Mazda for a drive Now I'm on the 405 like it's fuck you pay me We really sick of standing outside had to push 'em all aside That's what you get for tryna play me I bet they make a movie when I die just to talk about my life They need an actor to portray me I ain't settling for nothing that be under an M There's only one of me there's a hundred of them Gotta listen close shhh I drop hundreds of gems From the start no it wasn't pretend With the world on my back had to drop my own ego Problems at the crib we couldn't fix at Home Depot Dad was on tilt moms off the vino Room full of smoke like we lived in a casino she know The day I moved out is when I opened my eyes Looking for the truth like god show me a sign I'm not religious or the holiest kind But the blessings came to me when I opened my mind I was running around the city man I knew I had to make something Wasn't raised a thief but if I had to I would take something Worked at Frito lay I was writing on my break son Plotting on a record waiting for the day we break one
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