Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Vocals
Storm
Vocals
Mark Gordon
Vocals
Fatz
Vocals
Fundz
Vocals
Likkle T
Vocals
Streetz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Storm
Lyrics
Alexander Adusei-Peasah Thomas
Composer
Tonelle Panton
Lyrics
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Horaine Nicholas
Lyrics
M. Gordon
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Turner
Mastering Engineer
Adam Lunn
Mixing Engineer
PINERO BEATS
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Why you fear me? Gotta ask yourself that
From I was thirteen, I've been known burst off my strap
Off my, switchin' lanes, started learnin' to rap
It's just the game now these **** feel is learnin' to dab
We don't dab, we don't bop, we don't lean
We be on the curb side with sweets in the machine
Ma chine, violate who, think to stand where
Bullets in your face, make your **** have to stand clear
Seven on some jewels, seven on some shoes
Point me out then I'll probably spray seven out the tool
Out the, visions of Wayne now I'm seein' Reece
All my close friends, close friends seem to be deceased
Dare a **** say Likkle T up on a track
Be the first one known for hand squeezin' my strap
'Till the hearse run over and they leave in the back
I'm a church road soldier let me leave it at that
[Verse 2]
Zino in veins, ain't no fear in my heart
Ask my **** Likkle T 'cause he was there from the start
I ain't broke but I miss cash
Ten chains on bitches, catchin' whiplash
I had stacks before rap, **** been eatin'
Walk in Louie, cop the whole spring season
They actin' like I don't clap ****
Like I weren't a hitter way before I had hitters
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I be jumpin' out with cannons
Gunnin' down **** from their front door
Masked up, **** can't see me in my Tom Fords
Cruddy motherfucker from the get go
Ten toe, **** have to move when I say so
You should have saw them **** runnin' for their life
I got the long chopper at the end it's got a knife
You get burst, so I don't want hear about no competition
Can't beat corn at any little position
I'm with my hitter and I'm chillin' near the staircase
Tellin' me, he done the mazza then I tell him, fair play
However it is, they gotta get it
All them **** pussy at heart and I can bet it
Man's clappers, all eyes on me
I got 'em **** shook like they wan' go pee
**** freeze up and I ain't even back the cannon out
You ain't 'bout no crud, chatty mouth
[Verse 4]
Zino in veins, ain't no fear in my heart
Ask my **** Likkle T 'cause he was there from the start
I ain't broke but I miss cash
Ten chains on bitches, catchin' whiplash
I had stacks before rap, **** been eatin'
Walk in Louie, cop the whole spring season
They actin' like I don't clap ****
Like I weren't a hitter way before I had hitters
[Verse 5]
Uh, feelin' like the king at what I do
I'm baggin' white with could divas in the room
They roll it up and give me two's
Hands dirty, talkin' hella different food
So when they pass it, I can't even hold a zoot
They hold it up and give me two's
Hold it up if you juggin', gettin' loot
'Cause I know **** that be really makin' moves
We gettin' money then it's deuce
So much reload, man, I could of bought a coup
Early morning, posted with a cup of soup
And all them packs are gettin' moved
I was right outside of Pak's, go ask them youts
But bein' broke some more, my ****, I refuse
Like you don't wanna flash them jewels
Early morning, treat my shit just like a movie
Like a scene from Set It Off in grey suits
I shoot everything that moves
I was the hottest, still the hottest in the room
I do numbers plus do runnings in the booth
They doin' Juju on my views
Likkle, Likkle, sippin' **** on the roofs
I shoot crap 'cause that **** bit the fruit
I'll blow your marrow through the roof
[Verse 6]
Zino in veins, ain't no fear in my heart
Ask my **** Likkle T 'cause he was there from the start
I ain't broke but I miss cash
Ten chains on bitches, catchin' whiplash
I had stacks before rap, **** been eatin'
Walk in Louie, cop the whole spring season
They actin' like I don't clap ****
Like I weren't a hitter way before I had hitters
[Verse 7]
Life long beef if a **** touch me
Blow him out his polo, blow him out his rugby
Real hood **** ain't out in country
Make city boy money and I make my gun beat
Wickedness anytime my tongue speaks
Cops nicked me and the other side tried to done me
Still the rifles fully loaded, tell a **** come see me
Crack and heroin got a **** on fleek
Wavy like a boat driver
Swear **** on fire like the ghost rider
Pulled up in the Lambo on some low tires
Now she's in my lap lookin' like a nose diver
I been cold since secondary
Now they fuck around and call a **** legendary
And even out the hood I got the weaponry
'Cause it's real life some **** never heavy
[Verse 8]
Zino in veins, ain't no fear in my heart
Ask my **** Likkle T 'cause he was there from the start
I ain't broke but I miss cash
Ten chains on bitches, catchin' whiplash
I had stacks before rap, **** been eatin'
Walk in Louie, cop the whole spring season
They actin' like I don't clap ****
Like I weren't a hitter way before I had hitters
[Verse 9]
You can tell I'm flippin', swag drippin', no time chillin'
Phone clickin', stay pitchin'
Look, I'm on the grind but I still wear runaways
Told my girl, keep up, neat up, I don't have bummy days
I don't understand though, I'm in the bando
Bummy **** still loanin', I call 'em Rambo
If a chick don't like me then a pagans got that
Side thing said she's out, I've been waiting on that
Dumb hoe, ringin' off my blower
If there's a floor and she had a ark, still wouldn't wanna know her
Some' about flyin' birds, it just feels right
Got George waitin' for man, he's just a grill type
In the club, step on my kicks, you getter hit the deck
You half play dirty if crept protect
I sold day time and night time
Plus the youngers pitch green, full ninety, no half time
[Verse 10]
Zino in veins, ain't no fear in my heart
Ask my **** Likkle T 'cause he was there from the start
I ain't broke but I miss cash
Ten chains on bitches, catchin' whiplash
I had stacks before rap, **** been eatin'
Walk in Louie, cop the whole spring season
They actin' like I don't clap ****
Like I weren't a hitter way before I had hitters
Written by: Alexander Adusei-Peasah Thomas, Carlos Corrodus, Courtney Freckleton, Horaine Nicholas, Mark Gordon, Rickell Greenland, Storm, Tonelle Panton
