Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nutso-Cal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Ray
Songwriter
Jason Triplett Sr.
Songwriter
Montay Shine
Songwriter
Tekst Utworu
From the pot to hip-hop
Your gonna blow up, no your not
You ain't got no skillz
You can't play on my field
No game no thrills
Now as I walk thru the valley of the shadows of death
I took a look at my cup
And realize there was nothin left (go to the store)
Sometimes I question people's loyalty
Do you love me
Someone mention my name
You wave it off
You see me and you hug me (watch out)
Militant before the streets
My grandpa was a general
A law-abiding citizen
But grandson was a criminal
Still above the rim
Slam dunkin dream-catchers
That's why all I know is cheese
All I know is you can get these
All I know that rollie is stollie
B,o,m,b
All I know I'm about to blow
Tnt, fnt run for my money
That's the team
We get green over here
You need to be running it in
Cooking and cleaning over here
Still I rise still I climb
Still I grind still I mine mine
From the block to hip-hop
I'm still rocked up cocaine raw
And it ain't a crack in my domain
From the pot to hip-hop
Your gonna blow up, no your not
You ain't got no skillz
You can't play on my field
No game no thrills
And that watch is a tic-toc
Rollie that's not
You fake now that's real
You she don't feel
Over here we keep it real
A yo what's up
We regulate mount up
I'm fresh out the dog pound
From the ground up
I'm in the field
Where I'll neva stop neva yield
Until victory is fulfilled
Unraveled and revealed
The real no gimmicks
Only skill will determine those who will be destroyed
And those who will build em here
Intensity integrity intelligence
As time goes on
See how many just lack common sense
Everyday for us
Is a action pack thriller with the suspense
Your just a impostor
Fraudulent with a couple of neat tricks
It only goes to far
Have you out for dry quick
I'm fully equipped
High level expensive content
Mental scars dollars and sins
Competition with the condemn
Releases the beast within
History in the making
With just a piece of paper and a pen
Trailblazer with the trend
Now shall we begin
From the pot to hip-hop
Your gonna blow up, no your not
You ain't got no skillz
You can't play on my field
No game no thrills
And that watch is a tic-toc
Rollie that's not
You fake now that's real
You she don't feel
Over here we keep it real
From the pot to hip-hop
Your gonna blow up, no your not
You ain't got no skillz
You can't play on my field
No game no thrills
And that watch is a tic-toc
Rollie that's not
You fake now that's real
You she don't feel
Over here we keep it real
Written by: James Ray, Jason Triplett Sr., Montay Shine
