Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
4200Kory
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Graham
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roshima
Producer
Lyrics
This s*** getting outta hand
I’d be lying if I said it’s understood
Ion really need a n**** validation just acknowledge every toe a n**** stood on
Who and who was tryna put the hood on
Who would shoot and who was good gone
Everybody gotta lot to say till we loading up and gotta put the hood on
N*** this s*** right here
Built up over all them years
N**** ain’t see what we was talking bout
Now it’s like we done conquered they fears s***
Big a** wheels you can’t steer this
One of one you can’t mirror this
This bout elevated as the spirit gets
This s*** hard wait till my mama hear this
This s*** get to knocking like rocks in my pockets
My posse is different my brother’ll cock it
My mama nem different they all off they rocker
Promise you try em no visiting doctors
They wanna be me but they can’t even copy
Since I was 16 I had money in optics
Seen what I seen and you weight all yo options
You be where we been and you stop all that talking
See that’s the s*** that make the whole world stop
H** girls drop
Swerve them cops
Hol up s*** I got another phone call
All day been moving like a n**** got raw
All day been grooving gotta get it all gone
My fault been busy tryna bring it back home
No pause all get it cause a n**** can’t stall
Ima hit you back when I finish this song
N**** this s**** right here
N**** this s**** right here
N**** this s**** right here
N**** this s**** right here
P**** **** I know what’s up I’m cold as f**** I’m the oldest one of cobras sons
Like karate chopping screwed or sumn
In a black suburban booming sumn
Lil n*** chill you not with me
Better yet I catch ya up to speed
It was me Jreal and A-N-T
That was back when Dre was-
That was give or take a bag of weed
And split what we made off that next week
Let me tell yah how we made it shake
With a notepad and two 16s
Baby girl you like the way I speak?
Baby girl you say it turn yah on
Baby girl this here ain’t nothing sweet
Just wait til yah hear it on a song
Like damn I did it
These **** right here can’t fix it
You f*** around with them f*** arounds
And you’ll be a** out down and pissy
I’m the tan n**** with a band with em
That got h*** yelling “who is he”
They can’t stand with em so they stand 'gainst em and it’s truly sick how they envy
But who can we blame not 42K
Who save the day that’s 42K
I stood in the rain no pain no gain
The f*** is you saying I earned my rank
That’s simple and plain my s*** still stank
That’s ode to the game no risk no change
So what’s there to do but go hit the stage
And yell in the mic while making em say
N**** this s**** right here
N**** this s**** right here
N**** this s**** right here
N**** this s**** right here
Written by: Chauncey Graham