Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bulli Bainbridge
Bulli Bainbridge
Performer
Irfana
Irfana
Lead Vocals
Trichia Grace Ann
Trichia Grace Ann
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irfana
Irfana
Lyrics
Trichia Grace Ann
Trichia Grace Ann
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bulli Bainbridge
Bulli Bainbridge
Producer

Lyrics

It's Trich
Irfana let's go
Bulli Bainbridge
Not the best but the only
I am what I am and I get what I'm given
Watch your mouth
Watch me play-yay-yay-yay
Watch your mouth
Watch me play-yay-yay-yay
There's a hundred of these nightingale bitches one me
One hundred motherfuckers think they Mohammed Ali
Yo step to the ring and then we gonn' see
Who the fuck gonn' handle the sting of this bee
Yo life's a cruel mess I can't stress this enough
For your folks and your people do your best, that's enough
We all die fast
Stay well-dressed that's enough
Pick your battles in this bitch my mama's blessing's enough
Yo pick it up throw it out these people are trash
When you down and you out yo, they switch up so fast
Life's a fucking trip you get high then you crash
Do your thing motherfucker it goes by in a flash
See I'm built from the ground I'm repping my town
Got my whole crew up and we all wearing crowns
It's my time now to shine
I've bled out my mind
You see the limits of my grind
Jack's beanstalk it climbs, yeah
Not the best but the only
I am what I am and I get what I'm given
Watch your mouth
Watch me play-yay-yay-yay
Watch your mouth
Watch me play-yay-yay-yay
Yo four-page spread call me magazine head
Empty clips for the practice that's magazine lead
Empty soul when you miss this that's outta scene dread
For the fame there are factors most are pure bred
We remember, remember the times of the lynch
Blood of my people we built on this bridge
Sheila silk in this bitch
Yo, Trich let's get rich (let's go)
Never mind all the haters
I speak and they flinch
Yo we in this for life
Got an illmatic mind
Hard grip on my paper
Now why would I lie
The boss and the wife
Bitch like I got time
Aw, he really wanna save her
But can't match the grind
See I write and I write like my pen full of spite (yeah)
So much anger and misery
Lord give me light (yeah)
We only ever fuck when the energy is tight
But the liquor don't stop that's many fucking nights, yeah
Not the best but the only
I am what I am and I get what I'm given
Watch your mouth
Watch me play-yay-yay-yay
Watch your mouth
Watch me play-yay-yay-yay
Written by: Irfana, Trichia Grace Ann
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