Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chill Moody
Chill Moody
Songwriter
YO MAR
YO MAR
Songwriter
Mitchell A Brown III
Mitchell A Brown III
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
Comin' to you live from
'Cause you know, this is when I just talk
Aye
I'ma make it, make it dance to this
Come on
Yeah
Check
Old money, new levels, new devils
Cradled to the grave, so I bought me a new shovel
I'm too pessimistic
'Cause lately I been havin' visions of killin' the rap game
Every word is a lethal weapon
One verse from me will probably kill your whole tracklist
Please don't be ashamed, but just admit you never had it
This lyrical madness
A wordsmith with a passion
Me and A.I. the same cause we never needed to practice
Put up Shaq numbers
Droppin' 60 on my B-day
All we do is hustle, I'm livin' up to the freeway
Can't do the he say, she say, in the cut with a briefcase
60-40 ventures on the relay
Life these days feel like a sweepstakes
Take your prize and take a break in the cold
But I always come with a heat wave
I don't know how to behave, can't watch my manners
I don't listen to every rapper, they don't meet my standards
Go get your bread up, it's the first in the month
Go pick your head up, get your mind out the gutter
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
Pick a time and place and when to explore
Pick your poison
Money don't mean a thing if I ain't happy
Pray to love my soul to keep, He smilin' at me
There ain't a life that's better than yours
Pick a time and place and when to explore
Pick your poison
Doubtin' the music, said I ain't puttin' out as much
Countin' me out, my fault, I was busy countin' up
Stackin' profits, I'll get back to these raps, I promise
Never left though, still on it, I'm a klepto
Go head, include them DJs in, I'm a professional
Motion picture with parts sharper than Esco
So prolific, those thoughts harder to let go
Stuck between your dreams and those who claim you nothin' special
New money, new devils
A few levels from whippin' a lotus with two petals
I want my flowers while I can smell em'
Break em' down, roll em' up, light em' and then inhale em'
With these bars, I'm a felon
And on the topic of green, it seems nice things is what they yellin'
Stories more than compelling
Jokes on them, I love playin' the villain
You make it when they hate, Iit's more fulfilling
Pick your poison
Go get your bread up, it's the first in the month
Go pick your head up, get your mind out the gutter
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
Pick a time and place and when to explore
Pick your poison
Money don't mean a thing if I ain't happy
Pray to love my soul to keep, He smilin' at me
There ain't a life that's better than yours
Pick a time and place and when to explore
Pick your poison
Written by: Chill Moody, Mitchell A Brown III, YO MAR
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