Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jah Harris
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Ryan Harris
Songwriter
Vladislav Samoylov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1nobuddy
Producer
Austin Reinholz
Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Uh huh
Okay
And you ain't gotta tell me how you feeling cause I get it
You don't like how I'm moving
This shit is in the air and I can feel it
I won't ever get specific when I'm venting to you
This shit that we got going on between us it get wicked
So let me ease your mind up, I wonder when my time up
Know that when it's you I'll see it through like a line up
And we locked in for life, yeah
Yeah this the type of shit that you ain't ever gotta sign up
I thought you was on to something moved you to the city
Put you in the driver's seat like you should roll with me
No kizzy I was making sure that you was in position
How it played out?
My phone blocked and I can't come by where you stay now
I been getting money, on the way now
I was in a playhouse, one pillow and blanket had to lay down
I believe in manifesting wait until you seeing where I stay now
And if it's for my brother and it's Hell I'm on the way down
Got the type of love for **** that will make you spray rounds
Don't come around me
I swear I never grew up civilized these **** found me
I'm in the air and I wouldn't dare let you **** down me
But you ain't gotta tell me how you feeling, cause I get it
You don't like how I'm moving
This shit is in the air and I can feel it
I won't ever get specific when I'm venting to you
This shit that we got going on between us it get wicked
So let me ease your mind up, wonder when my time up
Just know that when it's you I'll see it through like a line up
And we locked in for life, yeah
And this the type of shit that you ain't ever gotta sign up
Nah that ain't the fabric I was cut from
In the private party by the pool with a plus one
And she got a lump sum
And compared to me you **** roaches like the blunt done
Ain't no extra seat at my table like it's a desk space
How I got your lady reeling in using less bait?
Now your queen a block away from me like it's checkmate
And I'm knowing that ain't how the game go
But in my eyes I can't see how there's a lesser fate
I'm having a Test of Faith
You wouldn't pass if you was me
These **** stay down until they drop like new release
I'm in a coupe and I ain't touching chicken eggs but feel the seats
Bro don't touch me on my shoulder that shit temp at two degrees
And I could look over my shoulder feel a breeze
Catch a common cold and cause this shit to snow if I should sneeze
I'd ride for you but you got precautions when you with me and
This shit ain't hard to perceive
So you ain't gotta tell me how you feeling cause I get it
You don't like how I'm moving
This shit is in the air and I can feel it
I won't ever get specific when I'm venting to you
This shit that we got going on between us it get wicked
So let me ease your mind up, wonder when my time up
Just know that when it's you I'll see it through like a line up
And we locked in for life, yeah
Cause this the type of shit that you ain't never gotta sign up
So nah
Written by: Joshua Ryan Harris, Vladislav Samoylov