Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B Wise
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Iheakanwa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chandler Jewels
Producer
Tom Harvey
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm too nice with it
I'm too nice
[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I was hip-hop's death, mmm
I contemplate and then I leave 'em on read, yeah
I look around and I see progress instead, damn
Proceed to push the whip, then get me some head, you know
I've seen dreams come and go just like seasons
I've had friends turn their back, that's high treason
Never promised tomorrow, looking for reasons
To say what's on my mind, pick up the pieces
Tell 'em all 'bout the come-up
Rockin' winter apparel for photoshoots in the summer
Tryna find me some real ones, I need to make us some commas
Have to see my lil' family legit and lit like Sopranos, uh
Now I'm eating out at Bert's like a real man
'Member when I was at McDonald's with the whole family
Fine dining, I'm a virgin like Richard Branson
These days, I might take a chick and hold her ransom
This is real life, not trickin' like I'm on the TV
Know they're tryna see me, make a wish like genie
Seen I'm out here, watch my shit and trip, they still can't reach me
No one toppin' this, so sit back in astonishment
Talkin' 'bout these compliments, through everything, I accomplished it
Here's to everything, this whole amount to be a boss in it
Take it with a grain of salt, I'm 'bout to outwork all of 'em
Speakin' on a topic with my brother Tanner while we sip
Drinkin' on this wine and we just contemplate on time, you know
I don't need this shit no more, it feel just like a merry-go
'Round and 'round we go, I hope you know
I changed my life, I found my ground and seed, we sow
[Chorus]
Let me speak through my soul, holy
Let me speak to the touch real quick
Let me speak to them all freely
It's been a real minute since you've been around me (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Let me preach, let me teach, let me get this off my chest
I'm really on one in this bitch, for entertainment, watch the flex
Some of what I'm seein' these days, I ain't impressed
That's why I had to come back and to question who you got next, mmm
Nah, this shit right here's not checkers
Nah, mmm, let's say this shit right here is chess, uh
On the board, the white piece means first
But not around here, the black one gon' get it in
You know what it is, man
You know what it is, man
I talk my shit, man
I made some money last year, so let me talk my shit
I made some money last year, so let me talk my shit
This is something that you doubters never knew about
I'm all about this rap shit, need to know just what I'm talkin' now
Speakin' from the heart, I'm tryna get it from the next man, came from the best man
I keep it spinnin' like I'm still rollin' around with Discman
I'll take it into 2000s
All these options, I'm coppin'
Ain't no way that I'm stoppin'
Need to up my pack like Mufasa, they tradin' like Rasta
Ravioli the pasta
I talk this shit and know you watchin' my pockets, I mean
I lost so many friends
I thought we was gon' be around until the very end
But then I realized you can never build a house on sand
I come to find out nothing's real and it was all pretend
But I keep on and I keep on
And I keep on, yeah, I keep on
Written by: James Iheakanwa

