Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicklous
Performer
Gary King
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicklous McCorkle
Lyrics
Gary King
Lyrics
Lyrics
Something bout it all so observant with all the posing
She just want commotion
She just want cosmetics all aesthetics I’m not open to the credit
Cause you outclassed, embedded you can’t outlast the clout chasing
I’m taking chances I don’t know the end
Plenty cost I know the sin
Pentecost I’m sowing hymns, don’t know trends ain’t close to him
Politicking ballots I’m just callus how they wrote him in?
Looking at the average I’m just tallying the co-defendents
Know they can’t understand what **** been through
Interludes with the sensu bean I’m popping n2 gas that flame induced
Last of the broke how far the mighty fall
**** lost fame, **** lost hope
Not bout who the same, more bout who then changed with ya I noticed
Made it out my culdesac ain’t gang with ya? They folded
Never gon happen if I ain’t wrote it
Seen it time and time again
Ain’t comprise, my conscious sit
Cradle to the grave that I stepped in, stayed upon the West end
Shoutout to my momma and my trauma, them's my best friends
Tryna find peace I can rest in
Laid upon sheets at the Westin
Little **** with some big ass fears
Only thing my dad gave me was big ass ears
Got a brother that don't speak and others I won't meet
I'm tryna profit off my pain, make a dollar off my hollers
I can chow on lo mein, propane
Blowing up I'm pro-pain, anti-fuck shit
Like the one you fuck with
Knuck if you buck with
Not to press your luck with
I'm the one you stuck with, fuck
I swear this shit is getting old
Global warming forming but this shit is getting cold
Swear I'm not important but my story getting told
Self checkout, bitch, my soul is getting sold
Written by: Gary King, Nicklous McCorkle