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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Maddox
James Maddox
Songwriter
Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Tntxd
Producer
James Maddox
James Maddox
Producer

Lyrics

Hello? Yo, what it is, my dawg? Shit, they don't have no room in the stands So watch this shit from the bleachers But I'm rest assured he gon' be the one to take us to the Super Bowl It ain't fair, niggas for life, never forget loyalty You my person, nigga, and I'm loving the presentation I'm really proud of you There's a lot more I want to say, but words get in the way Remember how you spend it now Fleek, fleek (Pipe that shit up, TNT) (Young Lan on the track) Oh, oh, oh, oh My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where you from Lil' nigga, you something special But you gotta fall back from doing all that extra Why you dancing with the devil? 'Cause Detective Miller still tryna arrest I don't give a fuck, I'm still clutching Berettas I'm still clutching that metal And best believe (I put it to ya temple) Give him headshots, tryna bust a nigga (pimple) Well, Jack, it ain't all that simple Every problem ain't solve by spinning in the (rental) Rather pull up with you and rock out at the (venue) See the streets done gave me jewels I done learned some shit, I couldn't be taught in school Loose screw with the tool, but he make a move that boy move smooth Ain't got no glove, socks on his hand, ain't tryna leave back none of them clues Swear 'fore I ran up them racks (robbed a nigga out his shoes) Said 'fore I had all them racks (that lil' bitch gave me the boot) No, she didn't want fuck with jack now that lil' bitch pick and choose I be damned, I give all my love away to a Swoop I be damned, I got all these racks, my momma don't got no roof Jacking, trapping, whatever to make it happen These niggas be getting caught lacking 'Cause the judge told 'em no more packing Shouldn't listen to your PO when you beefing with them people 'Cause these niggas will zip you up Just to wrap the beef up like a burrito We da neighborhood heroes (but we still be slangin' iron) Might never buy a watch 'cause I'm traumatized from doing time I'ma buy one just to show them hating ass niggas I been on my grind Bust down thotiana come spend some casual time My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where you from Lil' nigga, you something special But you gotta fall back from doing all that extra Why you dancing with the devil? 'Cause Detective Miller still tryna arrest I don't give a fuck, I'm still clutching Berettas I'm still clutching that metal And best believe (I put it to ya temple) Give him headshots, tryna bust a nigga (pimple) Well, Jack, it ain't all that simple Every problem ain't solve by spinning in the (rental) Rather pull up with you and rock out at the (venue) Can't be neighborhood hero, I'm a villain with a big ol' gun That just how a nigga gotta come nigga steppin' where I'm from Nigga put you on the news in a minute Test all that gangsta shit you talk show yo' pussy ass You ain't livin' how we livin' How you niggas spinnin'? But it ain't never been a killing Want beef, bring that shit to ya momma kitchen I love my niggas who really with me 'Cause for real, for real, I really don't know who out to get me 'Cause for real, for real, sometimes feel like they with me Can't say I'm wrong for having them thoughts going on Can't tell me shit about that 'til you get caught by a nigga that's tryna be on Can't tell me shit about that, I suggest you just go leave me alone (Leave me alone) Ain't tryna pick up the phone, leave a voicemail, I'm not home Right now stuck in my zone, got thug all in my bone I'll bust that boy lil' dome, I'm on Henny not Patrón Drop a medley on this song (fuck yo' feature on my song) My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where you from Lil' nigga, you something special But you gotta fall back from doing all that extra Why you dancing with the devil? 'Cause Detective Miller still tryna arrest I don't give a fuck, I'm still clutching Berettas I'm still clutching that metal And best believe (I put it to ya temple) Give him headshots, tryna bust a nigga (pimple) Well, Jack, it ain't all that simple Every problem ain't solve by spinning in the (rental) Rather pull up with you and rock out at the (venue) My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where you from Lil' nigga, you something special But you gotta fall back from doing all that extra Why you dancing with the devil? 'Cause Detective Miller still tryna arrest I don't give a fuck, I'm still clutching Berettas
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Pierre Delince, James Maddocks, Malita Rice, Thomas Horton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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