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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
pineappleCITI
pineappleCITI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brittany Dickinson
Brittany Dickinson
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lee Johnson Jr.
Jeffrey Lee Johnson Jr.
Songwriter
John Norris III
John Norris III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tre Trax
Tre Trax
Producer

Lyrics

You gotta watch this Anyone say they ain't fucking with this is just toxic Ten steps ahead of them better than all of your top shit Might just go Micheal and chart all these records on Pop shit Damn, I'm on some hot shit Even if you think you crossing me you couldn't stop this Regular nigga with money but now I got options Nigga I'm popping Came in this bitch last place now a young nigga on Everybody wanna know how I do what I does I was me 'fore I even knew who I was Ever since the lunch room table can't sit where ya'll sit Look now got a nigga up and I'm back on my boss Could it be faith that made you believe You know I wouldn't be here just for nothing Or was it the fame that made you believe I tell you I knew I would be something Aye Feeling like Michael in the ring Feeling like Jackie with the swing Feeling like Shaquille in the paint You know exactly what it mean Nigga I'm ballin regardless I'm flawless Man I'm upper echelon Bitch who you kidding Im colder than drop tops in winter You gotta remember that Running this shit like a running back If you turn way from me there is no coming back Walked in this bitch with a hundred racks I was a martyr for niggas but now that is done Everybody wanna know how I do what I does I was me 'fore I even knew who I was Ever since the lunch room table can't sit where ya'll sit Look now got a nigga up and I'm back on my boss Could it be faith that made you believe You know I wouldn't be here just for nothing Or was it the fame that made you believe I tell you I knew I would be something Aye
Writer(s): Jeffery Johnson, John Norris, Brittany Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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