Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Echevarria
Jacob Echevarria
Songwriter
Gabriel Cupertino
Gabriel Cupertino
Songwriter

Lyrics

Own a business not a suit and tie Own a house, didn't step inside Pay tuitions but don't got degrees Spot the kid on Spotify That's word to wordsplayed If it ain't soul date I'm closing doors You ain't hopping those gates Steven jobs in the garden Speak on me, you in the backseat I'm Layin up like I'm Harden Been in the paint since 13 Why we playing games when we on the court If we playing games, you three letters in I've been better then you ever been Finally found my closest piers If you speak on me they'll throw you off the dock And make you swim when the boat rocks I was lost but now I'm found Didn't find so I took the crown Build a kingdom just to burn it down Then build it up with my sound People say who thought you could rap I say "This is Quis" first track If you don't get it better check a fact Cause that a bar And I'm alcoholic If you got my number Better never call it If you send the text Imma think about it If you speak in reckless In my comment section Find your IP Jacob do a check in Start to second guessing Teach a lesson Yo, why you stressing Why sweating Cause he'll knock you down When you hear the sound And you'll never step in your new 11's It's big pastoo Niggas wit the capping I'm killing in every facet Handsome nigga plus I'm good wit fashion Life a movie and it filled with action But you could never play my role Even though you niggas good at acting Like wassup wit all the bragging I want my bitch to love me for nothing before she know I even fucking haven't That bad energy that y'all attracting Almost as bad as the trash you pass Whenever niggas matching My shit cold like it came from aspen Fronto give em a head rush so I told em just to take a aspirin It be 2 hits and then We passing But I ain't speaking bout no spliffs your bitch gon let my niggas have it Now her man say that he want the static Really tragic took his pussy now the pussy finna get real embarrassed All my niggas on a diet, see us covered in carrots Had to be my own father figure, grew up a bastard Tryna make it on The tv screen ya you see me on plasma Wasn't equipped to chief the beat Cause I grew up with asthma Now you see me on the track And you know imma spazz it I'm leaving toxins in the air Call your boy, it's young hazard
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