Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YSN Fab
YSN Fab
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamiah Fabian Brown
Jamiah Fabian Brown
Songwriter
Harry John Westlake
Harry John Westlake
Songwriter
Joseph Thomas Boyden
Joseph Thomas Boyden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J West
J West
Producer
Seph Got the Waves
Seph Got the Waves
Producer

Lyrics

Never needed help from nobody
Rather do it myself
Shortie say I got this flow bout me
If I fuck you don’t tell
Rocking that fly shit from orbit apparel
Might just move out to LA no hotel
I be in the stu sometimes I don’t sleep well
Any **** fuck my bitch you can keep her
Ion really like to beef but i ain’t backing down from no smoke **** imma be there
I stay ready no I never prepare
Smokin so much **** ion breath air
I’m so fly a **** like peter
I can never fall in love with no eater
Industry wicked sum soul keepers
Hottest in my city with no features
Imma pay in all cash ain’t doin leases
All my **** sum dawgs with no leashes
I just want a hunnid bands so I could put it in my safe
I just want my diamonds dancing just to flex it in your face
I appreciate my fans but I love them **** who hate
I can’t have no leach around me gotta bring sum food to the plate
Never felt like this before
Music heat heart is cold
Never flat footed for my bros
Going ghost until I’m whipping a ghost
From winter city going straight to the coast
Never slippin but a **** came close
That’s why I’m strapped at my shows
I don’t need no love now I never had it
You just like a joint light u up and ash it
No gymnastics get the pack it backflip
I can’t do attachments cuz this love is tragic
Know some addicts money never mattered
Long as they get high nothing else matters
Fuck the clout don’t care bout status
Everywhere I go they like who dat is
Ysn who they be talkin bout
Ion like to talk I walk it out
Balmians with them denim
Came from nothing what a feeling
Sky the limit fuck a ceiling
Hot head all this ice got me chillan
Too much money why stop at a million
Lock me up too much pussy I’m killin
I’m not the type to get even, I beat all the odds
Pull up wit a stick it gotta dick pause
Just cause I’m winning don’t mean I never took a loss
Everybody for themselves you won’t last if u soft
Shortie face down in my draws
And she clappin no applause
Win or lose i don’t kno bout a draw
Fuck with me kick your head like a ball
Voice just like art there’s a picture I draw
**** hate, still they lurk, that’s the way it go
If you ain’t, down to ride, gotta let me know
Feel the pressure building on me, I’m boutta blow
Betta watch just how you steppin young **** I’m trained to go
Never needed help from nobody
Rather do it myself
Shortie say I got this flow bout me
If I fuck you don’t tell
Rocking that fly shit from orbit apparel
Might just move out to LA no hotel
I be in the stu sometimes I don’t sleep well
Any **** fuck my bitch you can keep her
Ion really like to beef but i ain’t backing down from no smoke **** imma be there
I stay ready no I never prepare
Smokin so much **** ion breath air
I’m so fly a **** like peter
I can never fall in love with no eater
Industry wicked sum soul keepers
Hottest in my city with no features
Imma pay in all cash ain’t doin leases
All my **** sum dawgs with no leashes
Written by: Harry John Westlake, Jamiah Fabian Brown, Joseph Thomas Boyden, Stephgotthewaves
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