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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Green
Jordan Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iv@N
Iv@N
Producer
Jordan Green
Jordan Green
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yea... Yea! IVN, you're a fucking genius, man. Real shit GI, GI, GI! Niggas all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid I done' proved my self worth. Look at my acomplishments I just heard all of your tracks, but they not as hot as this I don't need your pussy, bitch. I am on my own dick Niggas all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid I done' proved my self worth. Look at my acomplishments I just heard all of your tracks, but they not as hot as this I don't need your pussy, bitch. I am on my own dick I keep it ballin' like Spaldin' Give me the MVP like I am Hardin' Come get your girl, bro, I swear she keep callin' Mixin' these hits from the night to the mornin' Getting that cash in a nice large amount They pay me right, and I don't need to count If you not gon' pay, nigga, get the fuck out Sorry bitch, you don't deserve a discount Don't care what you say If it don't involve me gettin' some pay That's a trash opinion, throw it away Get your broke ass out of my way All of your niggas they looking like strays All of my niggas they own all the gates All of my niggas get money today All of your niggas, well, they gotta' wait I'm top dog, ball hog, all hit catalog, I run, you jog, yo' crew lapdog I'm about shit, your crew isn't. Such a shame that I am killin', huh? My city, they say there's a top list. But honestly it don't mean shit if you ain't selling any units Niggas all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid I done' proved my self worth. Look at my accomplishments I just heard all of your tracks, but they not as hot as this I don't need your pussy, bitch. I am on my own dick Niggas all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid I done' proved my self worth. Look at my accomplishments I just heard all of your tracks, but they not as hot as this I don't need your pussy, bitch. I am on my own dick I'm top dog, ball hog, all hit catalog, I run, you jog, yo' crew lapdog I'm about shit, your crew isn't. Such a shame that I am killin' We get bread, dread heads, run up be dead, eat led, bloodshed, control gun spread Race feds, win race, dodge that bunk bed Talking all that shit, and now my fist will be the sudafed (Woo!) I remember when they said I couldn't rap. Now this track dropped, nigga, how you feel bout' that? I head your new mixtape and your album, shit was wack Ain't nobody spending hard earned money on that! I remember when they said that I paid for my views. 120 mill together, nigga, you sound like a foo' My shit is everywhere, even on Pewdiepie (What?) You bragging about 10K, yo' shit ain't monitized! (Hahahaha!) Niggas all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid I done' proved my self worth. Look at my accomplishments I just heard all of your tracks, but they not as hot as this I don't need your pussy, bitch. I am on my own dick Niggas all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid I done' proved my self worth. Look at my accomplishments I just heard all of your tracks, but they not as hot as this I don't need your pussy, bitch. I am on my own dick Why they stay doubting on the kid? Why they stay doubting on the kid?... yea Why they stay doubting on the kid? Why they stay doubting on the kid? Yea... eh uhm ya... yea! I got dreams of being in the spotlight (whoa!) My city laughed at me and said "Yea right" (whoa!) I've sold a couple thousand and y'all ain't sold shit But I'm on the wrong path and you're not, right? (whoa!) I won't make my family weep All these haters really feeling like some demons to me I'm trying to blow up big and make sure all my family eats They wanna' take my life cause' I'm not gonna' work for the free. Damn Yea... I swear this shit so crazy to me They said I'm a lame, but once this drops, they gon' sing praises to me Roll out the red carpet, get some drinks and bring some bitches to me All that shit is fake, you leech ass niggas cannot come and fool me (Whoa!) I do this shit for the fam Not to get the attention of local radio stations Not to get the attention of this damn city Made thousands of dollars, nigga, and I did it by me... yea!
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