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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P Money
P Money
Performer
Whiney
Whiney
Performer
Ocean Wisdom
Ocean Wisdom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ocean Wisdom
Ocean Wisdom
Songwriter
Paris Joel Moore-Williams
Paris Joel Moore-Williams
Songwriter
William Hine
William Hine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Hine
William Hine
Producer

Lyrics

I want you to listen very, very carefully Yeah 'Cause I will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit Link up with the crew, head back to the bits Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit Link up with the crew, head back to the bits Let me take it from the top, back in New Cross Asked them lot about me, this is where I got my flow locked Drove a stolen car to the school if I got chased, I didn't stop Fast and Furious, I spin off like I'm Hobbs or the Rock People stay what, really repped for my block I was fighting before I knew about Goku or Brock Left or right man, dropped never scared, never soft It was Peckham vs Ghetto, so you had to be on job You was shook if you just watched, I'm from the ends, I've seen a lot I've seen it jam, I've seen it pop, I've seen a life, and seen it lost It's sad to say, but this environment has made me changed a lot I used to be so flipping quiet, nowadays, I'm flipping off like I will Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit Link up with the crew, head back to the bits Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit Link up with the crew, head back to the bits Okay, you fuckin' with the Wizzer, we like RZA GZA Cut a lot of scissor, still I'm not a fizzer Roll, the cigar we don't use cigar Rette, regret, you silly disrespect You get a cheque delivered don't run to the cops (don't run) All my niggas say I look like Hobbs or the Rock But with hair, prepare, I'm going in this year (yeah, yeah) My brudda need a hundred grand, I said, "I got one spare" But I'ma need a five percent interest, we all got rent I only rest when I invest, I made a whole lot off of blessed I swear these rappers making pills the way they force it with depressed I used to slang, I used to step, don't think I won't attack your neck 'cause I will (hahahahaha) Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit Link up with the crew, head back to the bits Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit Link up with the crew, head back to the bits Tekker the beat, could never be no G Checking with me 'cah the levels elite, I got Tekkers agree, rhetorical when I Ask, I know I'm ahead of the league What you telling me P? Most of these breddas are jealous of our money Shown you could see what I get in a week Most of these rappers ain't reppin' to me Don't be considering stepping to us when you couldn't handle it separately Our competitors we finna rest on the ceiling be taking a D You better step with some tekkers from Tekken when stepping to me Or some reckless wig on when stepping to me I could bend it like Beckham to get in the team These draculas breddas still get in for free, it's telepathy on the track Back to back and we fuck up the track And we put on a tracker and track up the pack They a couple of cappers they clucking for cats And a couple of nittys to back up their racks Jackin' a pack and then cabbin' it back at the gat in the bag at the back of they flacks I'm racking up stacks, I back it with stats 'Cause I was a teefer now I got plaques Finna set up a twitch in this bitch and just Tweet out a link of the bitch that I'm with tryna Wrestle the dick tell her sit on the tip if you Sub to the channel, she swivel a bit and we Live and direct and we winning and rich from the coys to notes to crib in the sticks I beat the tune to a million bits money over everyone that isn't as sick Mad, as you can hear, I'm deep in the bag I'm a G, and dad you can Feel my energy's deep in the rap Authority when man speak on the track, I'm Live on the stage just me and the mic To my face shutdown then we leave through the back Unfairly speaking of raps, it's me and Ocean, no even in that No even in that and I'm a don, and I'm a G I put a Tracker on I caught a brudda running to the weed they said they Capping on a nigga tryna run and I delete 'em tryna Batter don I couldn't never runner from a neek and then a Marathon You gotta proper hustle for the P and fuck a Tag along you really gotta struggle for the team, oh you a Badder man, a cannibal, a murderer, a animal I never seen a dup of energy surrounding me I want you to listen very, very carefully
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