Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fly Anakin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Walton Jr.
Songwriter
Gavin Tennille
Songwriter
Girrard Tennille
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quelle Chris
Producer
Mosel
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Smoke what you cop, eat what you kill
A 4th go back, we tryna build
It's still lil bruh from round the hill
**** stand still, I was on point—you know the spill
We never needed you to push the button
Since Teen Summit, **** fronted
I was getting money, learning something
Peeling off the onion, start crying when the fire set
Talking more than making it, the game room with my connect
Up to the neck in this pit, sipping cognac
Push the solar opposites away, no need to contact
Stay low, fire away as the godfather say
A tough holiday, it was made up—nothing nice to say
Slide the ugly shit aside, leave the food tray
My Maya Angelou was game for a good plate
She wanna kill all my enemies, but I can't allow it
My only struggle was symmetry, you was never valid
I was raised by them cluckers in them weird alleys
Talked money with the roaches, shook the piggy couches
Lil **** been a force since the first outing
Love it when you talking numbers, especially the routing
Smoke what you cop, eat what you kill, ****
A 4th go back, we tryna build, ****
It's still lil bruh from round the hill, ****
**** stand still, I was on point—you know the spill, ****
It's a given, imma take something
Take from it, we gon' shake something
Shit was laced, take this face, fucking
Fakes love to come around when it's over—you not gon' break nothing
You know the stakes, why you hate cousin?
Elaborate—you know I ain't budging
A **** went and fell in love and now it's beef with my oldest
You gotta really be the family to know it
Give it time, this calamity done shifted the focus
I gotta give it to my brothers, we been chemically on it
See it through—$ilk twisted this to savor the moment
Game bestowed, play the overpass to shoot at opponents
The layup—merchandising, put a price tag on it
I'll be the loophole, chilling in my piece of the world
Ain't got no C.O.'s
Love making love with this money, I always need mo'
Be genuine with me tho, I'm gentle now
I used to eat hoes
Do it slow, like a free throw
Smoke what you cop, eat what you kill
A 4th go back, we tryna build
It's still lil bruh from round the hill
**** stand still, I was on point—you know the spill
Smoke what you cop, eat what you kill, ****
A 4th go back, we tryna build, ****
It's still lil bruh from round the hill, ****
**** stand still, I was on point—you know the spill, ****
Written by: Frank Walton Jr., Gavin Tennille, Girrard Tennille