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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevon Berka
Tevon Berka
Songwriter
Bradly Pearl
Bradly Pearl
Songwriter

Lyrics

LA LeBron, 51 I'm doing numbers LA LeBron, 51 I'm doing numbers LA LeBron, 51 I'm doing numbers LA LeBron, 51 I'm doing, yeeee LA LeBron 51 I'm doing numbers Its time change the game like when KD left the Thunder I've seen it all but sometimes I gotta Stevie wonder And go blind to the fact they'll never take me under Feel the bass tho need the pesos This a caseload Ima shake tho Everybody trying to wear the cape But no hero talk when u stuck in kill mode Chase the billboards what you here for? Me? I'm tryna see 100 mill boy Gotta get to the money Laughing y'all boys too funny I can't t relate, I don't display Fake art this Andy Warhol writing on the beat You just don't compete do you capeesh I just compress all these beats, turn em into feed Hold up, they hate it when you shine when you shine I say roll up, I'm tryna clear my mind ease the time I say know what? Forget it never mind they behind If it's love let it in, if it's hate let it die In the Scraper full speed is when I feel the most free Might've seen me in the streets but homie you don't know me I got business to be handled you to busy watching Scandal Even with ya palms out boy there's nothing I can hand you I'm in beast mooooode I can roll with the punches yeah I eat thooooose MVP MVP from the free throw They gone talk a lot of shhhh but we gon see tho You know how these things go Me? Ima man of my word You can rest assure Venom leaking when I spit a verse Everything Gucci yelling out burrr When it's my turn I will not burn And that's on G-O-D Mr. N-O-V 95 spring March 18th Always reppin 5-6-3 Coming in going bat shit, match this, matches to the beat gasoline Fireman coming now the fireman running cuz the boy got it jumping no trampoline Boy i ain't bluffing this a real homecoming got Everyone ducking like action scene Tyreek hill, or Tarik Cohen im going I'm flowing no catching me Woah, hold up bitch, cross up step back i don't miss Boss up, felt that, I'm the shit, Sit down sit down ottamin woah Feet up, eat up, flame on heat up, just some dreamers, on a detour Same procedure, eating beats or slaying features, we some reapers Reaping benefits, we prefectionists, like my femanines oh Real affectionate, quickly passionate, really ravenous, oh Clearly scandalous, call the ambulance A milli milli milli Billy Madison's Goofy, all these rappers act like groupies, fans act like don't shoot me uh Hands up in the air, armour Imma wear, haters can't stop this music nah Too raw like sushi uh, on a roll, back then I was honor roll Now you know why I got all the flows, that rappers choke they artichokes But still got all the jokes In Chi we spitting that arctic flow If you not from here well now you know Home of Kanye but he off the throne Watch the throne, the homie Novet, go get it, bet Vars go get it Just need one minute, and we'll both be tenants Got hits like tennis, got flows like Venice, got this period time to end my sentence bitch Where we at wit it
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