Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Breslin
Songwriter
Andrew Suddith
Songwriter
prod. FLAGMAN
Songwriter
Lyrics
Blessed be the name of the man who running checks for me I sit em next me
Unless we talking money I'll be acting funny getting hungry check the recipe
I chase the bag I swear my only passion making and stacks and rapping A necessity
Imma spin your group around check-a-check the sound
Send em back if they ain't testing me
And it ain't no resting way that I'm obsessing need a Smith and Wesson need to fit these blessings
Needa bitch who finna hold me down and when I leave this town I'll be a myth or legend
Need the shit that got USADA testing better check the stats before you miss the lesson
None of y'all can even try to hold me
I been spitting holy like I kissed a reverend
Yuh I been Peter parking fuck the meter charge it got 3 bitches in the Porsche Spyder
Man I spit retarded get the party started in my veins it's only coursing fire
Lot of rappers I of course admire
Lot of trappers I ignore for lying
Wire tappers tryina end the game I'm trying to start the fame before the goats retire
I been getting like a mill a show or like a mil in Spanish all these rappers famished
All my homies they be set to go and we ain't pray for shit but this is how we planned it
Y'all ain't really even want the smoke quarter G a toke and man you never landing
It's fuck your supplier it's down to the wire I'll get you the fire and mail it
Blessed be the name of the man who running checks for me I sit em next me
Unless we talking money I'll be acting funny getting hungry check the recipe
I chase the bag I swear my only passion making and stacks and rapping A necessity
Imma spin your group around check-a-check the sound
Send em back if they ain't testing me
And it ain't no resting way that I'm obsessing need a Smith and Wesson need to fit these blessings
Needa bitch who finna hold me down and when I leave this town I'll be a myth or legend
Need the shit that got USADA testing better check the stats before you miss the lesson
None of y'all can even try to hold me
I been spitting holy like I kissed a reverend
I just bought it
Every gucci store is my closet
I'm young rich bored and reckless
4 salaries couldn't afford my necklace
Y'all done lost the plot
Did we get frictional I forgot
Your bitches invisible currency digital
We out here shooting you talk a lot
I made a killi couple milli now they say he glorify violence
Talking shit over the violins
Just wait until I get dialed in
I'm running through bitches in government housing like coke in the 80s bitch call me pacino
Obsessed with the riches still burnin shit down to the filter my only issue when the weed low
Blessed be the name of the man who running checks for me I sit em next me
Unless we talking money I'll be acting funny getting hungry check the recipe
I chase the bag I swear my only passion making and stacks and rapping A necessity
Imma spin your group around check-a-check the sound
Send em back if they ain't testing me
And it ain't no resting way that I'm obsessing need a Smith and Wesson need to fit these blessings
Needa bitch who finna hold me down and when I leave this town I'll be a myth or legend
Need the shit that got USADA testing better check the stats before you miss the lesson
None of y'all can even try to hold me
I been spitting holy like I kissed a reverend
Written by: Andrew Suddith, Michael Breslin, prod. FLAGMAN