Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob Paul Siegel
Songwriter
Frank Ziegler
Songwriter
Lyrics
They keep on asking for handouts
Got purple on me just like Prince
Wherever I go, now I stand out
And I keep it fresh as it gets
And I talk to God, and He lift me up
Said I feel alive, I'm waking me up
Yeah, I'm on a vibe they can't hit
And I keep it fresh as it gets
There's thoughts on my mind I could never forget
Got the pants with the zippers, I'm rocking on Tripp
I got money on me, I don't think it makes cents
They made what it is, but it is what it is
They resent me from every direction, it's tense
And I don't even know what these phonies against
But I couldn't even begin to express
How much hate doesn't matter when everything ends, yeah
Yeah, I'm on a wave they can't surf
Yeah, I left my pain in the dirt
Yeah, I'm with my shawty, pull up to the party
You know we go crazy, berserk
And I never needed a Perc
Ooo, ooo, ooo
They say they can't find me, but they never search
They keep on asking for handouts
Got purple on me just like Prince
Wherever I go, now I stand out
And I keep it fresh as it gets
They keep on asking for handouts
Got purple on me just like Prince
Wherever I go, now I stand out
And I keep it fresh as it gets
And I talk to God, and He lift me up
Said I feel alive, I'm waking me up
Yeah, I'm on a vibe they can't hit
And I keep it fresh as it gets
Written by: Frank Ziegler, Jakob Paul Siegel