Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GOV Printz
Songwriter
Lyrics
I think its cuz
You dont wanna see me drivin
Wit pretty women
And some drinks on a island
Lookin at me hard
Like im gettin violent
The silence
See me tippin to the violins
Fresh off the highlands
They wanna bring me back...
As long as it add up and stack
Its whateva (do the math!)
Have me feelin like
Return of the mack
You dont hear me though
Goin hail mary on the pack
Its swimming pools
Why you actin scary on the jack?
We get rid of fools
And den fade to back
It aint a act
Its more like a pose
Its like throwin E
And tellin people that he dove
Im on a roll, like the tombstone
When he rose
Why these guys wanna tap me?
Its too many hoes
Got enough on my hands
Without puttin em into yours
The world goes round
Thats the only way it goes
In circles, sphericals, super lyricals
Cold videos, swinging bows getting throwed
Just know
I aint a **** dat be stealin flows
I mix the rap like some explosive chemicals
Call me a chemist
Dis da shit dat be grippin folks
Like the phantom menace
I flip it really dope
In reality
Some people aint friendly bro
I gotta get the kind salary
That can afford
Written by: GOV Printz
