Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colby Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Check check, look
A white boy with a buzzcut
Cliché in rap so they don't show me enough love
Only white boy that can rap from around the way
They love my tracks but they're saying that I sound like Aitch
Man I'm honoured cos he's sounding great
Up and coming monarch to his crown I'm about to reign
Bringing storms down on any who got shit to say
Rappers trying to run the game, I leave them unfit to play
I got haters, when you're moving that's the risk you take
Crying about what you said about me ain't on my list today
Focused on my graft, my mindset has never been away
So I don't give a damn if you think I should act a different way
Nah, Ain't changing who I am for no one
If you don't like my shit then find a dick and go and blow one
Rappers think they pose a threat I promise that they don't, son
Guess they have noticed yet, I kill it until my flows done
Check the way I breeze through
Silky smooth but go hard on a beat too
I swear the only thing I speaks truth
I'm making heat, check you speakers when it seeps through
I said check the way I breeze through
Silky smooth but go hard on a beat too
I swear the only thing I speaks truth
I'm making heat, check you speakers when it seeps through
And check how easy that I make it look
Flow like butter make no wonder that the haters shook
I don't need your friendship, the worlds already fake enough
I'm not hearing none of your shit it's like you're breaking up (Hello?)
I think you got your mouth and your asshole switched
Cos you're chatting out your ass and your mouth talks shit
I ain't trying to hear advice from a low life bitch
Every time I write a rhyme they be on my-
Another riddim get to dropping I'm productive
Trust me I deserve it, I've already been through enough shit
Young and living life so my luck I'm going to push it
I still don't got the time to be listening to your dumb shit
You can talk to the hand, even then it's middle fingers cos you're boring me man
Rappers think they're hot shit
With wack stuff about nothing
I let them run their mouth cos it's all in the plan
Too cold when I spit, my saliva turns to icicles I'm born for this shit
She said I'm so wise with my big and brown eyes
I said trust me sweet heart, it's just all in the lips
I talk my shit but only cos I know I back it up
Work for what I want, I swear to God I'll never have enough
Couple more years I'm going to take over the game
Manifest that in my brain, swear the money will be stacking up
Take all my talent and just add it up
With my work ethic, you would think that equals platinum but
It doesn't work does it? Guess the math just isn't adding up
Got all the things for success
Minus luck
So take the components I got and then tell me why I'm not considered the GOAT
I'm about to come for the throat of anyone that's ranking me low
Sick with the flow, sick with the lyrics, you're listening
picturing images thinking it's dope
I watch these kids blow with less skill and I get hope, but
Not in your top ten? your favourite rappers I've topped them
So when do I get my shot then? Cos this mumble rapper has got ten
Mill in the bank and he's got Fendi all on his back, looks God sent
How's his wrist full of rocks when I couldn't hear a word he was fucking saying?
But still I'm grinding, I'm going to make it in my own time
And if you got a doubt then you should bounce just like a low rider
Pure talent, never see me with a ghost writer
Unless I'm killing rappers, use their souls to make my own brighter
So check the way I breeze through
Silky smooth but go hard on a beat too
I swear the only thing I speaks truth
I'm making heat, check you speakers when it seeps through
I said check the way I breeze through
Silky smooth but go hard on a beat too
I swear the only thing I speaks truth
I'm making heat, check you speakers when it-
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Written by: Colby Smith
