Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sir Michael Rocks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine Reed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chuck Inglish
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got 'em
I got 'em
[Verse 2]
I got a four bedroom, four bath, and that's my small house
Open floorplan in the kitchen, I took the walls out
The reaper came and paid me a visit, he took my mama with him
He told me "Tony, shh, just listen, this is my decision"
I held her forehead and kissed her for the final time
I'm honored that we had time
Sometimes I feel idle, when honestly I'm idolized
How you gon' tell me I feel entitled when the title's mine?
Look, I tried to be respectful, play it diplomatic
I realize it's no compromising with all these different addicts
Drug heads, pussy-crazed, addicted to likes
Sociopaths who say they slipped the clip in the pipe
[Verse 3]
21 gun salute, throw a rose for them
I'm a soldier, never fold, never run, run
I told you that it's cold where I come from
Man, my heart is froze and it's numb, numb, you can ice skate
21 gun salute, throw a rose for them
I'm a soldier, never fold, never run, run
I told you that it's cold where I come from
Man, my heart is froze and it's numb, numb
You can ice skate
Numb, you can ice skate on it
Man it's numb, numb, you can ice skate
It's numb, numb, you can ice skate
21 gun
[Verse 4]
So what that leave me with? The only ones eating it's the greediest
I know this game like a genius, I got degree in this
Never break a hundred out the roll for a needy bitch
I hope you reading this, that's why I never put my seed in it
I'm the opposite of Lonzo Ball, baby, I need a brick
That's a flip, but technology on some other shit
I open this account in your name, I'm making twenty six
Spotify for two hundred streams, I'm making twenty cents
**** on my 'Gram steady asking for a hand, but
If they made it, they probably wouldn't return the favor
My neck dripping like a monsoon, lunch on a pontoon
Everything working, it's a session
This is sessions with my ****
This is dinners with my old head, old bread
Old ass rich **** with ghosts in their crib
[Verse 5]
21 gun salute, throw a rose for them
I'm a soldier, never fold, never run, run
I told you that it's cold where I come from
Man, my heart is froze and it's numb, numb, you can ice skate
21 gun salute, throw a rose for them
I'm a soldier, never fold, never run, run
I told you that it's cold where I come from
Man, my heart is froze and it's numb, numb
You can ice skate
On it
Numb, you can ice skate on it
Man it's numb, numb, you can ice skate
It's numb, numb, you can ice skate
21 gun
[Verse 6]
We're back
We back
We back
I just wanna deliver something real
That's all
All that cap shit over with
Ya
Written by: Antoine Reed