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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thorb
Thorb
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Thorbjornsen
Ryan Thorbjornsen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thorb
Thorb
Mixing Engineer
Kalu
Kalu
Producer
Captain JHAQ
Captain JHAQ
Mastering Engineer

Letra

I don't wanna wait for my food
Cook it up myself
I ain't do it to be rude
Cut the small talk I ain't really in the mood
If they coming for my fam
Then I'm Steve with the Feud, like
I don't wanna wait for my meal
I don't need some Saratoga water or a peel
Every case closed I ain't worried bout a deal
And they wonder Howie do it cause I'm real
Man it really ain't a game
But I gotta treat it like one
See you say you ain't a bitch
But I greet 'em like one
Like hey, hello
You'd only make a band with a cello
That's prolly why I got 'em all tweaking like Gelo
Swerve bend the corner, woah
Movie like I'm Warner Bros
I ain't get the credit yet
But you know how the story goes
Look, everyday another hit
I ain't from this land
I done flew in from a mothership
I'm just having with it
Prolly have a laugh with a peer
Cause if he ask
I could tell him he won't last for a year
Instead of rap, he'll go back
And get to cracking a beer
And that's a problem
When the king of this is already here
I got my throne ready
Tryna take it from me
Hope you got a clone ready
Tryna take it from me
Hope you got a lot more than what you done did
Cause that's a whole lotta mid
And y'all ain't never really nearing my grid cause I
I don't wanna wait for my food
Cook it up myself
I ain't do it to be rude
Cut the small talk I ain't really in the mood
If they coming for my fam
Then I'm Steve with the Feud, like
I don't wanna wait for my meal
I don't need some Saratoga water or a peel
Every case closed I ain't worried bout a deal
And they wonder Howie do it cause I'm real
Man it really ain't a game
But I been the Mandel
Always on point
Cause I'm Kyrie with the handle
I ain't in distress
Yet you lookin like a damsel
But I gotta pass 'fore I save 'em like I'm Manziel
What you gotta say bout that
Either way you prolly feel a way bout that
On God turn 'em into prey bout that
Cook 'em up again I'm Bobby Flay bout that
And I don't play bout that boy, look
You know how I get it
Colder than a iceberg coming for the lettuce
Jerome round the city but they never wanna Bettis
Cause they lose and they only hit the snooze
Want my job I refuse, cause I'm
OT working, A one but I be certain
I be ducking all them women that only could see Birkin
I'm in D one
Think you gotta shot well lemme see one
Catalog screaming, what has he done
But me I gotta eat
I don't wanna wait for my food
Cook it up myself
I ain't do it to be rude
Cut the small talk I ain't really in the mood
If they coming for my fam
Then I'm Steve with the Feud, like
I don't wanna wait for my meal
I don't need some Saratoga water or a peel
Every case closed I ain't worried bout a deal
And they wonder Howie do it cause I'm real
Man it really ain't a game
Written by: Ryan Thorbjornsen
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