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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Critchley
David Critchley
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Avery Arnold II
Derek Avery Arnold II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Insession Productions
Insession Productions
Producer
Insession Studios in Toledo OH ran by Cory Todd
Insession Studios in Toledo OH ran by Cory Todd
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Check the energy Everything they wanna be I'm the epitome Uh Check the energy Everything they wanna to be I'm the epitome People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up No way to illustrate us Straight up Straight ill, there's no room to debate us They hate us Off top, this a lyricist spot Don't drive drown this lane less u came with a plot Wander down this road, u might end up in a plot Same old shit, different kinda Roc Back from the belly of beasts Spitting soliloquy Hotter then fish grease You can't pardon the G Back to my old shit Timex makes the gold wrist Niggas playing chess, but I'm thinking more risk Cause, I can see her chest not taking one risk But still rule bend like the Beasties boy Rick Sucka nigga i could never be! You pussies fucked, you should charge a fee I roll wit the realest of dawgs, the realest of dawgs is my pedigree Check the energy Everything they wanna to be I'm the epitome Check the energy Everything they wanna to be I'm the epitome People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up No way to illustrate us Straight up Straight ill, there's no room to debate us They hate us Waiting on wings cuz Heavens my only option They ain't get the picture so I had to get to cropping Them squares out my circle, see the devil start to plotting I, reversed the evil now I live with better options Had a dream I said, bout me I said Head to the clouds, like what up big? This that continental shift flow The lines in the sand With this pen that I clutch I can write retirement plans More violins for the violence Need beef HD Wallowing in Wagyu, only War brings peace Built it piece by piece, brick by brick Foundation legit, I never quit Forever shootin, J.R. Smith Check the energy Everything they wanna be I'm the epitome Uh Check the energy Everything they wanna be I'm the epitome People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up No way to illustrate us Straight up Straight ill, there's no room to debate us They hate us
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