Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Milli
Performer
Richard Simonsen
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Simonsen
Composer
Estee Nack
Lyrics
The Musalini
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Simonsen
Producer
Lyrics
Richard Mille
Whoa
Yeah
Tag me
You know what I mean?
It's a daily routine
Push up, pull up
Shit's spooky, son
Ay, yo, son
Jetlining
Richard Mille on the wrist
I stay on the best timers
Forget diamonds
Gamma Ray reflects shining
Santo Domingo
Having sex
With Cyrus
Michael Mary
Cool neck designing
Running marathon
Aces
$500 pair of laces
I stay gracious
The shit you funny **** doing
I can't relate
Like you can't relate
To candy pay
Dripping or riding
In a caravan
Or spaceship
Staying at Van Tate
Since a youngin'
I've been courageous
Making sure the family
Went for ages
Sages ain't gonna pay
Just bringing them wages
I'm still in the ghetto
Most of my friends
Are dangerous, son
Fast list
Big Black Smith and Wesson
Busting the shit
Biting like a bull master
Drop this motherfucker
In the water
And let his ass drip
Should be getting spooky
Working that last shift, son
Money Moose
Yeah
Swift like Taylor
Get you hit for the paper
Pool in Oasis
Up like inflation
Game too contagious
Chillin' out in Vegas
Ran out of favors
Even in the dark
See the light on the laser
Fly ****
Let my bitch do the labor
Crypt two floors
We ain't got no neighbors
Big acres
Feel the hate
From the haters
Cool with the justice
Embrace all the pressure
Hogan be a hoe
I ain't come here to lecture
Bullets hit your teeth
All you see is ketchup
Hemp over Dutchess
I know why you mad
'Cause the women wanna touch us
Play until I go
Honeysuckle judges
Move spinning Mac
Six figures off rap
Calculate that
I'm a poet with stacks
Got a safe full of poems
Dolomite in the form
I'm a poet with stacks of poems
I'm a poet with stacks of poems
Written by: Estee Nack, Richard Simonsen, The Musalini
