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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Comp Keyz
Performer
Irko
Irko
Performer
Otis Clapp
Otis Clapp
Performer
Jesse Gibens
Jesse Gibens
Trumpet
Matthew Jefferson
Matthew Jefferson
Performer
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Performer
Ramsey Cronen
Ramsey Cronen
Performer
Alex Butler
Alex Butler
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Jefferson
Matthew Jefferson
Songwriter
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Songwriter
Ramsey Cronen
Ramsey Cronen
Songwriter
Alex Butler
Alex Butler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Comp Keyz
Producer
Irko
Irko
Mixing Engineer
Otis Clapp
Otis Clapp
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Fighting with my demons got me sleeping like a baby Staring in the mirror starting to drive a nigga crazy Got a couple looks and he already think he Jay Z Walk into the office screaming, "Fuck you, pay me" Ego in the front seat, feelings in the back seat Take me where it wants me, shit don't even ask me Women in the front seat, niggas in the back seat All my flaws on front street (what if I'm) Cruising through the backstreets (What if I'm, what if I'm, what if I'm) What if I'm just a musician To make up for all the attention I didn't receive Why is a nigga so driven by saying "I did it, I did it, you didn't believe" I can moonlight as magician Though I gave the shirt off my back, there's a trick up my sleeve There's niggas stuck in the Bronx 'Cause they wasn't singing that shit like me high key, I admit Texts filled with shit that I don't mean get sent "See you at the top" to niggas I never expect to see again Little lies and legal sins, hope it slips the Reaper's scent I'll be searching for you when I reach the end Sink or swim Fighting with my demons got me sleeping like a baby Staring in the mirror starting to drive a nigga crazy Got a couple looks and he already think he Jay Z Walk into the office screaming, "Fuck you, pay me" Ego in the front seat (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Feelings in the back seat (that's my kryptonite) Take me where it wants me (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Shit don't even ask me (that's my kryptonite) Women in the front seat (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Niggas in the back seat (that's my kryptonite) All my flaws on front street (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Cruising through the backstreets Yeah, I don't remember you niggas at all I am not bitter just keeping it raw Never was really the pick of the litter But I'm a go getter, so now here we are I saw a mili' before, labels be telling the silliest jokes Look at the they proposing I'm honestly hoping this offer is really a hoax He only lit on the internet Couple of years and watch, he gon' be out like a cigarette They didn't see the whole picture yet That was on me, I was really just showing a silhouette Doubting superior intellect A&rs begging, like "Trust me, this nigga is different" Grateful for everything, I came from Little like Malcolm I X out the drama I'm getting it, whoa, yeah Been in the cold Been around women that only want someone that's someone to know Been around people that front like they know you Like, "Don't you remember?" My nigga I don't I just stay kicking that dope Battling demons for doley and giving 'em hope Surfing and ripping a flow, packing and hitting the road Get it and go, get up and get it if I gotta get it alone, yeah Step into power they never getting my soul Living the way that I chose Lately been living to grow Breaking the curses I walk in my purpose for sure, getting a glow My baby's getting a rose, yeah Fighting with my demons got me sleeping like a baby Staring in the mirror starting to drive a nigga crazy Got a couple looks and he already think he Jay Z Walk into the office screaming, "Fuck you, pay me" Ego in the front seat (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Feelings in the back seat (that's my kryptonite) Take me where it wants me (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Shit don't even ask me (that's my kryptonite) Women in the front seat (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Niggas in the back seat (that's my kryptonite) All my flaws on front street (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite) Cruising through the backstreets
Writer(s): Alex Butler, Avery Marcel Joshua Jones, Matthew Jefferson, Ramsey Cronen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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