Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Cedric Tyrell Franklin
Cedric Tyrell Franklin
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Ceddidit
Ceddidit
Co-Producer
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

CashMoney AP Lil Tjay Niggas gon' hate, I don' care about it Niggas gon' hate, I don' care about it Not at all No one can stop me I feel like the greatest Bro said be humble, I patiently waited All of this love and I ain't even made it I got a plan for them niggas that hated Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it They want me gone I can't walk around naked Even my brother got caught, and he ate it No one can stop me I feel like the greatest Hop in the foreign I'm driftin' all stupid Niggas be broke like the fuck is you doing Started off strong but there's room for improvement I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee, I'm booming Love ain't for me, now it's static with Cupid Bitches in love with the way that I sing They ain't want Tjay before this whole movement Now they dick ride because I'm doin' my thing Still posted up on the block with the gang Spin through your hood I ain't tuckin' my chain Bro got a chop' with a whole lotta range Shit be consistent ain't nothin' gon' change Now that I'm speaking out honestly I be flexing but I'm still in poverty Move my mom out the hood do it properly Give a fuck if you look at me awkwardly No Monopoly, I'm about property I don't owe niggas shit but respect Yeah, one day I was going through stress Matter a fact I'm just wasting my breath And now I'ma just gonna talk about all these bands How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can How I'm so grateful for all of my fans How I'm so grateful I am who I am Balmain the sweater, huh Truey the pants, he did it again Looking forward to a show in Japan I think Dexter better lay off the xans Throwin' water on my chain 'cause I can Applyin' pressure now they shakin' my hand Niggas ain't gettin' no paper I know that's I know that's reason they hate that's my gun on my waist Text Gwuapo get shot in your face And there ain't no room for debate I know these niggas gon' hate But my life is still goin' great Pop out, Givenchy and Bape We from the trenches it's easy to hop over fences The D's tryna build up a case Stay with a weapon it's either a Glock or a Wesson That bitch shoot you right in your face No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest Bro said be humble, I patiently waited All of this love and I ain't even made it I got a plan for them niggas that hated Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it They want me gone I can't walk around naked Even my brother got caught, and he ate it No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest Feel like the greatest I think I'm the G.O.A.T Please don't get naked I just want the throat Out of my Birkin, I feel like it's workin' Yeah, bitches be birdies, ain't even a joke Feel like a star when I hop in the Wraith It don't matter the place I ain't tuckin' my chain Only my brothers, ain't fuckin' with lames I dont care what you tell me ain't nothin' gon change Ran up some bands now I'm up like a plane I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny Y'all do what y'all do, I'ma stay in my lane Hop in the booth and I'm spittin' that pain I was a yougin that couldn't be tamed Thinkin' shit funny like Tjay a stain And I'ma get money regardless Kill a nigga be easy, I'm heartless I'm so young with a whole lot of charges In the booth I be workin' my hardest Don't try to diss me I swear that shit garbage It won't be long 'til I walk down the carpet Cop me a ladder, I took off the market Red and green beam I ain't missing my target Run if you stupid, run if you stupid Word to Smelly I won't hesi' to shoot shit Told my niggas we gon' ball like I'm hoopin' In the streets I'm a fighter Hadoken Started winnin' I got tired of losin' Know about it, don't why know they accusin' Three lines got me deady, I'm snoozin' Backed up 'cause I'm seein' illusions Bro told me grind, bro told me grind All this fake love I don't pay it no mind Got a story and it's one of a kind Independent, but I could've got signed Cooking fire, baking soda combined Do the math, I turned 8 in '09 17 and your boy in his prime Free bro, he got off with a dime Free verse, is you outta ya mind? Only gang, do whatever for mine Running, running trynna get me a bag Running, running trying to get to it fast Niggas talkin' like they bitches, they chat Spin the block then we spinnin' it back I was in the field cookin' the crack One in the head, I ain't cocking it back G side stackin' static, they smacked SB, put my hood on the map Gang, gang No one can stop me I feel like the greatest Bro said be humble, I patiently waited All of this love and I ain't even made it I got a plan for them niggas that hated Run up some bands for my bros I'ma make it They want me gone I can't walk around naked Even my brother got caught, and he ate it No one can stop me I feel like the greatest No one can stop me I feel like the greatest Got to be humble, I patiently waited No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest Yeah
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Tione Merritt, Cedric Tyrell Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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