Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meekz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Meekz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Static
Producer
Static Beatz
Producer
Letra
[Verse 1]
I wish that Tekka was here so he could take me shoppin'
Designer rockin', major poppin', got the majors watchin'
Kick doors, no knockin'
This that Massimo swag
How can I go back?
Takin' pictures on the Kodak
This a little throwback
Bring D back, where the goat at?
This a cold track, where my coat at?
It's a deep quote, I need deep throat
Where the freaks at?
Where the hoes at?
The way I smoke tracks, it's a blowback
No cap
A hunnid wraps in the pack, that's a G pack
Before 21, I had a hunnid Gs stacked
All I see is fiends, all I see is cats
Cold outside, where my coat at?
New money, it's a new me or a new day
I used to idolise man, now they don't like me, like damn!
[Chorus]
Ayo, my hitta fresh home tellin' me he need a lick
I just copped a fresh whip from the dealership
I could pay my old teachers out
50K, Wright-Robbie and Cedar Mount
Probably never shoulda kicked me out
If I'm on the block, then we got sticks about
All they do is chat shit for clout
I'm from a place where it's smoke then we murder guys
Only thing that I fear is I
[Verse 2]
End up getting nicked, that's 20 years inside
Last time we had to glide, they tried serve me life
We don't do no internet threats or no nerdy lies
Had a popstar's bitch give me head in the whip
While my driver swerves the ride
Bitch is really live
But she expected me to snitch, left her surprised
Said she don't fuck with that boy, she prefer the guys
Pussy know my side of Manny, this the real murder side
Real king in my city, that's verified
Scary guys, I made a mil, I still kill anywhere on sight
Murda time, I can't deal with these rappers and their nursery rhymes
Guess you gotta learn and live, live and learn sometimes
Get your head fried, curly fries
Little homie just caught a body
Gave him 35
If ya **** died, it's okay if you nearly cry
But make sure you go and really ride
[Chorus]
Ayo, my hitta fresh home tellin' me he need a lick
I just copped a fresh whip from the dealership
I could pay my old teachers out
50K, Wright-Robbie and Cedar Mount
Probably never shoulda kicked me out
If I'm on the block, then we got sticks about
All they do is chat shit for clout
I'm from a place where it's smoke then we murder guys
Only thing that I fear is I
[Outro]
They still know it's me, know it's me
They still know it's me, know it's me, know it's me
And when the bitches see my face, they're like "OMG, OMG, OMG!"
It's the real real OSG, OSG, OSG
Original Stay Golden, you know we stay rollin'
Before l ever made a Instagram, you know I'm real certified
You know I'm good to let the burner scream
I never heard of them, but they heard of me
I like to drop heat on a beat
But heat's what I prefer to beat
Written by: Meekz