Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Christopher Draper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rocki Laurenc
Mastering Engineer
Buckroll
Producer
Daunte Dfreshbeats
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Don't cast the first stone, cause that's how you get your head rocked
I wanted to be on before Young Money made the bedrock
Ask them who's the best, they close their eyes and then they said Pac
I told them think again, cause I'm the restock of the deadstock
To death do us part, this is involuntary wedlock
Pop, why not, get a taste of this livestock
Let's take it back to when I used to hoop in backyards
Before all my homies started to crack cards
Before I started studying with flashcards
I'm talking Tonka Toy, NASCAR
Now it's time to fast forward
I'm drinking sake on my Kawasaki
With a hot mommy, no mama
I be out in Namba starting drama
With a girl that look like Electra Karma
I mean Carmen Electra, soft skin texture
I used to show up late to the lectures
Now I'm out this bitch like the professor
But even back then y'all couldn't test us
You knew better, we was the fab five
No Webber rocking winter coats with the leather
Birds of a feather flock together
I fuck with y'all, will be never
Look, while they was studying anatomy
I was gaining power like a battery
Perfecting my art with no gallery
Listening to The Weeknd, Valerie
Trying to boost my salary
Avoiding y'all like allergies
Please don't be mad at me
When moms was broke down and homeless
And feeling hopeless
You didn't notice, this shit was bogus
And at that very moment, I start remote controlling
And use my negatives to help the focus
Instead of smoking, abusing potent
I put my dreams in motion
I stopped stopping and started going
Look, said I stopped stopping and started going
Put in motion, had to put in work
I was trying to just keep the focus
We was never folding
Last minute shot shit, we was never choking
Yeah, they say I blew up like a big gun
Or a big strap
Yeah, yeah, you know we been won
And we been that
Yeah, strip club with a thick girl
Throwing big stacks
Look, the way I think on the track
Is the same way a **** fucking drink on the jack
It's abusive
Now lose yourself before your stuck in a bottle and lose your health
Feel like broke 30 for 30 and lose your wealth
Giving it all trying to swim but you lose to Phelps
Now that's a tough lost
She say she want to find love but the trust cost feel like Jabari's on fire but the bucks lost
Trynna avoid all contact and slut talks
It's crazy how **** hoes become ladies now
**** fake as a baby doll
He said
**** she was lady
So yeah, ****, she a lady now
This shit made me proud
Becoming a man, he made it now
I think he made her smile
Meanwhile, I'm trying to make a thou
Make a mill, you lazy cow
I'm blazing out, eating Asian chow
And one of you **** flagrant fouls
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
The way I think on the track
Is the same way a **** fucking drink on the jack
It's abusive
I show you I'm exclusive
I prove through my music
Exactly how the shoe fits
I be on some late night blue shit
Yeah
Yeah
Written by: Kavi Lybarger, Kristof Lilienthal, Sean Christopher Draper