Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Sessions
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Session Jr.
Composer
Arthur Lee Putman
Composer
Shelton Scales Jr
Composer
Jeremie Pennick
Composer
Fredrick Tipton
Composer
Robert Earl Davis Jr
Composer
Eric Charles Kaiser
Composer
Joseph W. McVey
Composer
Stelvio Cipriani
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AJRuinedMyRecord
Producer
J Scalez
Producer
Jeremy "J Dot" Jones
Mixing Engineer
Irv Johnson
Mastering Engineer
AJ Ruined My Record
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Real recognize real
N**** you unidentified
Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
Talking shit, that's ill advised
Probably why my haters sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish
[Verse 2]
Saw the streets, not in the streets
All the streets embrace the kid
Cracker give me funny look
'Cause I'm staying at the Ritz
Walking like a pimp
With a cane and a limp
Mesmerize your bitch, she watch my dick
Swang to the left
[Verse 3]
Pop my trunk and then I dip (Uh)
Donald Trump a bitch
Texas n****, Pleasant Grove
You better know that I'm legit
Took the shackles off my soul
I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold
I hit the goal and now I'm rich (Uh)
[Verse 4]
Made some new ones
Kept this shit one hundred now it's paired up with the blue ones
I expose the system
Take a look at how they do us
They wanna hang me
Tell the world that I'm a nuisance
Pussy n**** do something
Legend
[Verse 5]
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Thousand)
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Thousand)
[Verse 6]
(Yuh) Started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor
A n**** still trying to catch up twenty bricks later
(Uh) I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol 'fore I leave and my bitch wish me good luck
I stood up on each ave collecting this free cash
At least I thought it was
Free Ab and Free CAS (Free the real n*****)
[Verse 7]
I hit her once
And she asking me to buy her a G-wagon (What)
Now she mad 'cause that pussy not worth a e-class
Spent a hundred in a day
We could make more n****
I'm out in Saint Croix with it
Fuckin' on Playboy bitches
[Verse 8]
They wanna arrest us rappers
And make more prisons (Why)
'Cause seven figure bank accounts put capes on n****s
Yeah, they wanna take me back, I can't let them though
2021, I'm going up or going federal
I set the bar n**** (I set the bar n****)
This Palm Angels jacket a extra-large
Mob shit, before I start the engine I check the car
Sopranos
[Verse 9]
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Thousand)
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Thousand)
[Verse 10]
Yuh, yuh, bitch, yuh
[Verse 11]
At night I can't sleep
I toss and turn
So I just jump in the 'vert
Dr. Dre Chronic getting burned
I just put my side bitch on some Forgi's
Don't scrape the curve
Spot an opp (Bitch)
Get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn
[Verse 12]
Mr. Kane
(Yeah) Pistol stay dirty but I got clean work
(Yeah) What ya bling worth?
You a worker, you never seen work
Smokers in the back, Star Trek
They bout to beam work
Load of heroine, neon, Deion
I switched the league up
[Verse 13]
Kane
Hoe you can't tame me with a kiss or a gold ring
Send her back to her husband
She just fuckin' to maintain
How can I be monogamous?
These bitches be playing games
Bitch I rap for a hobby
I sell drugs to maintain, yuh (Maintain it, bitch)
[Verse 14]
And it's been that way
Put ya money up and get ya package sent that way (Woo)
Turned 12 for a deal
Why he went that way?
Left a stain in the street when he got hit that day
Gibbs
[Verse 15]
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Thousand)
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Thousand)
Written by: Arthur Lee Putman, Arthur Lee Putman Jr., Bobby Session Jr., Eric Charles Kaiser, Fredrick Tipton, Jeremie Pennick, Joseph W. McVey, Robert Earl Davis Jr, Shelton Scales Jr, Stelvio Cipriani