Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denver Christopher Biddle III
Denver Christopher Biddle III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Denver Christopher Biddle III
Denver Christopher Biddle III
Engineer

Lyrics

I got it though, I ain't even trippin' Yeah, aye Feelin' frustrated I gotta make it Recordin' the realest statements from the comfort of my basement I'm lookin' at the game and lookin' at my placement Something ain't addin' up, building blocks ain't stackin' up I can't let go of the passion, it's too late for backin' up Hard drive capacity nasty I never lack enough I don't even sleep no more, so I put the mattress up 'Til moms ain't on her feet no more and her pockets fat as fuck And this one's for the hip-hop heads boy Sayin' that the kids left hip-hop dead boy Treat this like my jungle gym, got monkey bars for all of y'all Spit that heat that make the women lose they tops like Mardi Gras I'm hard to call, and you ain't gettin thru unless you partially law Busy like a pre-med double major in the heart of fall I go get the cheese, bread, pile it on top of Parmesan 'Til my niggas be well-fed and the whole squad is on Yeah, y'all forgot who I was, like I was of them scrubs Where's the love A lot of people cut me deep, I just get back on my feet and get to clottin' the blood And it ain't over 'til the overweight woman sing one last song I'm gettin closer and closer and I'm just hopin' it don't take too long Yeah, ain't nobody rhymin' like this Timin' like this, got 'em all rewindin' and shit They revising and shit, they see that I'm reviving this shit I got that heat make people think, how I survive in this shit And I'm climbin' ya list of whoever, what you do, I do better It's never a problem to spit some shit that's under the weather Or something that's clever, something that could stump you forever Hand deliver the manual, you couldn't put it together, I'm HOT I got a feelin' I'm on to, something special I know what I'm facin', know I can take it Know no stressin', know yo blessings Flow so reckless, I go, no restin' Every time you pop shit, it's so depressin' Hold this lesson, is you finished or you done? So when I pull up, it's no more questions I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, and I ain't gon stop until This long-term investment is a hard-earned profit You can see the passion in my eye ball sockets Cuz it ain't over 'til the overweight woman sing one last song I'm gettin closer and closer and I'm just hopin' it don't take too long
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