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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Rap
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Songwriter
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Engineer
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Additional Producer
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Producer
Carlton Lynn
Carlton Lynn
Mixing Engineer
Tom Malkiewicz
Tom Malkiewicz
Engineer

Lyrics

Tell them we don't wanna play, yeah yeah We're so okay with last place We already won the game, yeah yeah No we won't run your rat race This so disrespectful, sorry that I didn't do it sooner They talkin that manure, snakes comin' for my head that's Medusa But watch how I maneuver, I aint fly man Im Luna' I got no time for high opinions with them low commitments I hear that chatter from a distance I don't ever listen Cause all critics just artists that never made it What I care what you saying I'm too busy creating I can tell that yall some crabs, hating on the low Trying to shoot my dream down cause ya never chase ya own Think I struck a nerve matter fact I hit a bone Got a word for them rappers who swear that they on the throne Oh so you the king of rap? Where your kingdom at? I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap You bought the lie them rappers told ya, I bring it back That's all I gotta say Roof your ball, I don't wanna play Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah We're so okay with last place We already won the game, yeah, yeah No, we won't run your rat race It's so disrespectful Hip-hop raised me, I'm talkin' back to my parents I dropped that Never Land, yo, I still haven't landed Look mama, you don't gotta drop it low if you raisin' standards Raisin' this banner, mama raised me with manners Couldn't put me in a box, how I'm raisin' this brand It's hard to stay focused with standin' in front of cameras But they don't understand it, they don't see that from my vantage All glory to the Most High all the praise be Got them other rappers sweatin' like they need the AC It ain't all 'bout who you know, Bleek knew Jay-Z If it you ain't HOT 97, bad idea tryna play me I know dudes with so much money that it ain't funny Type of money make you laugh at jokes when it ain't funny Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy Still bag a supermodel, they don't care if he ugly There's politics in this game, but ain't no politicians And I ain't tryna be another one of fame's victims Make a name for myself but never make a difference Now, that's all I gotta say Roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, no Kiss it goodbye Kiss it goodbye Killin' me Smalls Kiss it goodbye
Writer(s): Jonathan Bellion, Andrew Mineo, Ramon Ibanga Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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