Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Quentin Hall
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's not that I
Don't love you
I can't put nothing above you
Except maybe this cash though
Baby you know I came from the rubble
My vision on tunnel I Watch the bread double
When you get you a bag
You gone see the hate triple
**** aint official
Don't shine too hard Have **** come and get you
Too many **** caught lackingWith a bullet in they temple
**** get popped like a pimple
That's how them **** solve issues
They'll take your life like nobody will miss you
That's why I keep me a pistol
No I can't fuck wit none these bitches
They all be so simple shallow Clouding my mental
I'm still drawing shit up fuck a stencil
You know this shit still off the top Fuck a pencil
It's not that I
Aint humble
But I still gotta stand on the shit that I did
Cause you **** can't take that from me
I been grinding so long in the basement
It feel like a bid
I be glued to the ice that I bought
Put it on everyday cause I earned it
I feel like im Sid
Now Im addicted to winning
When it come to this music
I know that I'm sick
Feel like I can't miss
No I can't miss
Popping my shit
I'm bout to flood out my wrist
Fuck all these ****
They wasn't giving me shit
Fuck all these bitches
They fronted
Now they on dick
Flip packs like a acrobat
Counting stacks
I'm running through Sak's
No cap swear I been on my own shit
That's a nice car
Won't you tell me who own it
Fucking **** bitches
Every time that im lonely
It's not that I
Don't love you
I can't put nothing above you
Except maybe this cash though
Baby you know I came from the rubble
My vision on tunnel I Watch the bread double
When you get you a bag
You gone see the hate triple
**** aint official
Don't shine too hard Have **** come and get you
Too many **** caught lackingWith a bullet in they temple
**** get popped like a pimple
That's how them **** solve issues
They'll take your life like nobody will miss you
That's why I keep me a pistol
No I can't fuck with none these bitches
They all be so simple shallow Clouding my mental
Im still drawing shit up fuck a stencil
You know this shit still off the top Fuck a pencil
Look
Sneak competition I act like I'm blind to it
Calling my phone I decline the shit
Waited on her know I'm taking my time in it
Shmurda it I buss a whine in it
When she taking pics now I gotta hide the fit
Play with her feelings she know that I'm toxic
Came 'round the block twice so we gotta flock it
Don't politic so I'm changing the topic
Fighting my thoughts so I kill all my verses
Stealing my flow think I need some insurance
Early bird get the worm open the curtains
She see me fuck me like she want a Birkin
Whip tinted bitch get in
See him run down Tef click it
Creep 'round the corner you know I ain't missing
Glah know we completed the mission
When she come in the spot I'm like who that
Need some friends for the gang where ya crew at
Wolf on the net we don't do that
But when we see you we shoot that
Word Say that
Watch when I see you I spray that
You can't say I ain't love you don't play that
From the heart though I'm leaving ya brains at
It's not that I
Don't love you
I can't put nothing above you
Except maybe this cash though
Baby you know I came from the rubble
My vision on tunnel I Watch the bread double
When you get you a bag
You gone see the hate triple
**** aint official
Don't shine too hard Have **** come and get you
Too many **** caught lackingWith a bullet in they temple
**** get popped like a pimple
That's how them **** solve issues
They'll take your life like nobody will miss you
That's why I keep me a pistol
No I can't fuck with none these bitches
They all be so simple shallow Clouding my mental
I'm still drawing shit up fuck a stencil
You know this shit still off the top Fuck a pencil
Written by: Nashiem Myrick, Tyler Quentin Hall
