Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dontrell Lovero Doman
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy big, ayy **** wanna act like I ain't make shit happen
**** wanna act like my hustle just rappin' But it was just a past before I turned to business
Them **** turned witness, let's not forget this
Really lock this shit down, G's, start to finish
And take your gems off of humble beginners I mean, no need to be mad at me, G's
Get your bread up, ayy I'm better than you, G's
**** said, what? Impressin' the next ****? Oh, that's your wary
**** lackin' vision, and that shit is scary
I mean, Madewell shorts with the Kimberly rugby
I mean, that's light work
You wanna verse some G's? Better have my price first
Which is HP, what have you done for me lately? That's been my mindset
Shit, there's no competition, lock my routes down in my kitchen
Now, I'm just pickin' fruit
I told my youngin' practice on your aim, but don't forget to shoot
My lifestyle is biggie, and give me the loot
On repeat, I'm talkin' E-O-C-D
No ops, them **** too broke, so they oops
Shit, I seen my **** cry, so don't ask me why I'm bothered
We both the middle child, plus we both lost our fathers
The difference is, hers still livin
Hers ain't givin' a shit
When you do it all for a bitch, you turn simp
**** sporty, still outside, Sean Kemp
No ring winnin', I'm nothin' like y'all ****, why I seem distant
Written by: Dontrell Lovero Doman
