Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Jackson
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Carlos Constancia
Songwriter
Jeremy Hoya
Songwriter
Corey Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jchron
Engineer
Steen
Producer
Letra
Yeah bro, the God is back I'm back to show y'all I rap on exotic tracks
I am at my best and they ain't topping that My new shit about to come out, can't wait
Till I'm dropping that Fuckin' with your boy, end up chopped in half
Fuck this COVID bullshit, don't care if you got a mask
Y'all brainwashed like you left at the laundry mat
That fake shit, I ain't really fond of that I'm on some Hulk shit, spittin' out them
stronger raps Put my mind to it, now I'm on the task
If you like how this sounds, rewind it back I just wanna remind them that
Jchron always ill when I'm puttin' down them raps
Could be talkin' about my real life or what I've seen
Fuck all that money, cause that shit just turns to greed
But we ain't gonna worry about that, let's burn some trees
They thought I wouldn't come back outta nowhere Their faces when I approach look so scared
If you can't hear me, y'all got no ears What I'm spreading is an intelligent movement
That makes y'all realize what the hell they are doing
There ain't no sense in arguing It's like politics, nothing gets done in our
Union Lookin' up to the sky to try to stay in line
With the stars that are moving So sentimental it makes you think I'm only
Part human Beyond the atmosphere, I'm outta this world
A man can sense when there's some doubt in his girl
And I'm with J-Rem, we bout to spit straight phlegm
Reckless, reckless, reckless, we're a force to be reckoned with
And I reckon we wreck your shit on any beat
You're dead, you reckon it can't be beat You ain't prepared for all this heat all on this beat
We flawlessly be murdering instrumentals
Like invincible, so strong, I be
Heavy on my dreams to the moon I'm like Caesar from Rise of the Barbarians
Surrounded by baboons But I navigate the chaos, find the ones who
Were true Forget the doubters they see you making it
So don't act brand new This that J-Rem generation
401, statiknation with Jchron No hesitation to go smash the dedication
Alright, career ignite like 200 barrels of TNT
Got drenched in gasoline for Shell, PLC, and well, RIP
Someone dropped their cigarette so Carelessly
Make magic regardless, we be ballin' T.F.B.
Wholeheartedly immaculate, the progress be!!!!
You must face the facts We taking over, we taking over
You must face the facts We taking over, this roller coaster
The past, present, future, we in time itself There's nobody like us, just gotta remind yourself
The past, present, future, we in time itself There's nobody like us, just gotta remind yourself
Written by: Corey Jackson, Jeremy Hoya, Joseph Carlos Constancia

