Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Baker
Composer
Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Producer
Clay A. Perry III
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff III
Mastering Engineer
Clay Perry
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
First off, rest in peace to Black Mamba
I'm just a black man in a black jungle
We came and we saw and we conquered
Everything an obstacle that came upon us
I got **** doing fraud with the Sun Trust
Can't let 'em catch me off guard, I got my son trust
Sending our family some regards from my conscious
To me it sound like El Debarge when the gun bust
Kick it like Jet Li, I'm a god with the nunchucks
Send him to God, that's on God, if he play with us
Memory card, I had to save it up
I'm in Memphis tryna get it, they like Grizzly's tryna play the bucks
Diamonds on my neck hit like a light show
Got so many Jacksons, call me Michael
I just told Hitkidd to give this beat a ISO
The way I killed this beat you might think it was tight roped
No, I don't know Louie, but I'll buy some Louis
Burberry and Fendi and Prada and Gucci
I don't know about ya'll, but I'm gon' live my life like it's my (Last)
And I'm smoking on some shit you hit when you see 12
I just hit the airport high, I'm late as hell
So many diamonds they think I play for the NFL
I done served so many Jays I think I'm at Ezell
Baby, I be flexing, I'm a wrestler, call me JBL
Would've been in Toronto with the Raptors, but I got a fail
Could've been up there ballin' with lil' Lonzo, but I'm still a player
Every time I'm in the hood, yeah, that shit good, they treat me like the Mayor
You could've been right here eatin' with me, but you didn't wanna chill
You could've been right here eatin' with me, you didn't wanna chill
You could've been right here eatin' with me, you didn't wanna chill
Everybody 'round me eatin' with me, they just brought a chair
I'm like, “Yeah, them my ****”
You with your ****, you say, “Yeah, I'm with my ****”
You love your ****, just say, “Yeah, I love my ****”
If you one hundred, you say, “I'm one hundred, ****”, yeah
If you my dog, I'll never ever switch
A hundred hitters, they won't snitch and they won't miss
We don't talk to cops and we don't reminisce
Ran up the bands, I had to use a stick
Everything I did, you know I did it for the click
Written by: Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr., James Baker