Kredyty
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samad "Savage" Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samad Savage
Producer
Hit-Boy
Producer
Tekst Utworu
(Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me)
Haha, skoodwidit (Samad cook it up, yur)
Je suis Savagé, the Jersey phenom'
**** here in Paris like JAY-Z and Kan'
"Ye," what the crowd say when I ask, "Can I
Kick it?" Chillin' villain, Doofenshmirtz feelin'
'Cause I'm out in Paris now, the new Harry Styles
Shawties screamin', "Daddy, pack me out
Man, he Pacquiao," how I beat it
I'm a caddy now, get the stick, put that on the green
Told you that I'm Jersey, how I'm not gon' put on for the team?
Rollin' off a bean, Lexapro got me feelin' neat
No, I don't get high, but this life got me feelin' geeked
Straight edge, yeah, I'm really sharp, bro, I gotta know
How can I be a square and not be here for all the smoke?
Even slaughterhouses can't believe when they saw the GOAT
I'm really the **** in this bitch, no [Joanna?] though
I can't let it breathe, swear that I got this shit by the throat
Super cool, breaking news, that shit just an article
Uh, let me snap back
Wallet in my back pocket, lookin' like my ass fat
Ugh, ugh, I'm just gon' act like I ain't rap that
Heh, like, you said you fuckin' raw, but that was cat cap
Huh, I can't trust you, girl, you too active on Snapchat
Hm, super freaky, I know you can't tell where Dad at
Hm, but I like you, even heart you, double-tap that
Hm, what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout? Let me backtrack
Huh, this the part where they all throw up they hands
Look at where I took it, man, I took this shit to France
Screamin', "Fuck a hater," 'cause I do it for the fans
I can't let it rock, they just do it for the bands
I do it for the love, but I don't mind an advance
Invested in the art just to show you what I can
Ho, you know who I am, uh
Je suis Savagé
Only **** who could snatch the torch away from Kanye
All I know is go, give a fuck 'bout what a sign say
Shut up, ho, I only give a fuck 'bout what my mom say
I can't listen to you, bro, I'm listenin' to Beyoncé
I don't need redemption, you could take that shit to Shawshank
She showed me your crib, man, I thought that was a crawl space
Freestyle the verse then I'm outie (Audi) like a R8, vroom
On a serious note, life is all great
I made beats that make drawers shake and jaws break
Man, my drive is on go, fuck all brakes
I spit that kinda shit that make you hold your chest like heartache
Haha, for the Lord's sake
For Rihanna, hope that Rocky beat the court case
If not, that's a poor case, ¿por qué?
I'm a father, daddies make the kids more great
Written by: Samad "Savage" Thomas

