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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
AZ
AZ
Vocals
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Sampled Artist
L.A. Carnival
L.A. Carnival
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
L. Abrams
L. Abrams
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
6ix
6ix
Producer
PSTMN
PSTMN
Producer
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Recording Engineer
Robert Campbell
Robert Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Funkmaster Flex) Yeah I like this It's like, like creepin' up on 'em What makes an MC? Let's raise this entry For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy Face his envy with the grace of Pimp C It's never complicated, the basics been me From straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys School from the jump to lacin' gently Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba? Blowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace Balance both feet on the concrete Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks 50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst Let me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that Guns drawn, where the loot at? Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork Full metal jacket got you walkin' awkward Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk Go bezerk on the beat, machine work 'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth? Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse Black and white like Clerks Take 'em to church with the verse Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe It's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen Through your asshole and choke you with 'em I'm sicker than Venom I'll murder you like OGs in prison Do to child molesters and rapists of women I'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin' You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit I started from the bottom, man, I really did And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it Woo-hoo, woo AZ, I heard it, I see it Logic, that's a verse That is a verse, that, wow
Writer(s): Anthony S. Cruz, Lester Abrams, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Kyle Edward Metcalfe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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