Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R'know
Songwriter
Andrew Hanto
Songwriter
Josh Edwards
Songwriter
Jorren Cahoon
Songwriter
Zeke Webster-Yaqui
Songwriter
Jesse Frohreich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Surebert
Producer
Lyrics
Ima champions champion
Dope flow its like the Ambien
Tuck a sensitive right back into his jammies
Its not kendrick but I put the dot on em
Scott Pippen if we ever pop on em
My pen sharp as ever sendin missiles that'll heat and seak ya
Ya partner play wit me he sittin 6 ft beneath ya
They in the bleaches pray to Jesus that they get a feature
False gate keepers mad that I would never need ya
Since a baby boy I beat to my own drum
Why the fuck do I ride ya wave bitch I tidal my own one
It touch the beach and I can see it they all run
Everybody in retreat like they do when the laws come
Tree team do the winning y'all could do the losing
They frustrated wanna say that I got silver spooning
Like I aint come up in mud and got receipts to prove it
To make sense of they failures they say whatever usually
Aint no stain on my rep white boy got the check
Youngest one but OG'd I'm seen like a vet
Through all the struggle that I seen of course ima flex
But when my confidence meet pussy its always a mess
But when you in room wit kings errbody is sure
Nobody feelin insecure see the moment is pure
Your belief within yourself thats what open the doors
I'll leave it open on the way so when you really want more
You could come to
But till then I can't fuck with you
I got many inspirations, I hope I could be yours
Music like meditation, Mine will take you to more,
My father is mine survive through every fucking storm,
Drugs a victim just a kid in a war love that man to the gold,
I remember feeding off cans in the trap,
People say I always cap I wouldn't lie about that,
I ran with people that been with me from the start
Like my older brother shady could never tear us apart,
Trap box couldn't think outside of it, stayed up late all
The twacks feeling ominous, take that blame the middle child gets the short of the stick
It's kinda obvious,
Make a name for a native that don't know what his problem is,
I ain't like umbrellas, I'll just stand in the rain,
I got my chance to win cause all you people still sound the same,
I'd hate to be the villain but I love it on the same line,
Damage leave a blazing trail call it fuckin dame time,
JOBO TALK YO SHIIIT!
I gotta watch out all these people falling over a pic,
Homie take a pic and not a print, sleep and sit,
On my music man I made this shit, uh, got me nauseous not be cautious,
Green sea money lost it I keep deposits,
Money stop this I'm really honest,
Money don't stop this I'm really honest
Got this lil bitch grabbing on my nuts she tryna tie my shoes
I was just a youngin with the sports when I made the news
Top 10 top 5 top 1
I Be out here and I'm moving like Mufasa's son
Still that same youngin ballin in them and ones
They be out here reaching I just score and 1
I'm everything your favorite rapper is and some
I be heavy steppin' till my fucking day come
You know I gotta put on for me and my day ones
Any rapper want the smoke I'm just being blunt
You could get it he could get it that's for anyone
Top notch I be moving maverick Top Gun
I'm flyer than motherfuckers I'm liver than motherfuckers
To be honest I'm getting tired of motherfuckers
Cause they ain't out here moving how they say they do
Really made sacrifices really paid my dues
And I was just trolling when I made the news,
Queer broke & nameless with some famous 2's,
Blame it on your peers that's a lame excuse.
I had the same lemon trees as you dude & turned em into Minute Maid juice.
Me and Magic got the same shoes, me & Eddie's crib got the same views,
Me & Zane got the same mind frame & on the same Crews,
Lil Jobo next, nobody deserves it if it ain't you.
I'm swerving til the paint scrapes off on the curb & paint the whole state blue.
Told Bert I need a hit, he turned it into Babe Ruth.
First take, never need a take 2,
These lines coming in bunches,
Ali a track let em roll with the punches,
Half of ya'll ain't really done shit, my dumb shit
Already hit harder than your one shit, run it,
I'm the wizard of oz to these munchkins,
Steppin' in the function, better not be any fuck shit,
My tongue tungsten i spit heavy new Chevy,
Ya'll rollin through rusty and busted, spit slicka, pinch hitta, gift giver,
Know for a verse known to deliver, ice in my veins I was grown in the winter,
Flow potent i blow get a shiver, first to carry the fire,
Servin' straight from the spire,
Thirst to bury the liars, mercenary for higher,
I came in everybody's power on my shoulders,
The first verse showed em that amateur hour over
Written by: Andrew Hanto, Jesse Frohreich, Jorren Cahoon, Josh Edwards, Zane R'Know, Zeke Webster-Yaqui