Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcus.Hunter
Rap
Kamron Bahani
Rap
Isaiah Velez
Rap
Stephen Locke
Rap
Andrew Diaz
Rap
Robert Lebron Jr.
Rap
Isaiah Z Johnson
Rap
Evan Quintero
Rap
Antonio Cruz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Locke
Songwriter
Isaiah "Bashi" Johnson
Songwriter
Marcus Hunter
Songwriter
Kamron Bahani
Songwriter
Antonio Cruz
Songwriter
Evan Quintero
Songwriter
Isaiah K Velez
Songwriter
Robert Lebron Jr.
Songwriter
Andrew Diaz
Songwriter
Isaiah Z Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus.Hunter
Producer
Isaiah Velez
Executive Producer
Lyrics
I can't explain much
Just know that my time's coming
I copped a new whip
Now we off the ground running
10k out the pockets while depositing raps
Call me the"Puerto Rican Joseph"
Cause my wallet is fat
I might've had a big homie
The Ozempic took that
But big boy
Did his own thing
He took off the mask
I deploy into the war-zone
And flooded all caps
Mfers still questioning
Oh, do you rap?
I just have a conversation with the mic
Get a little braggadocious
When I'm talking bout my life
If you haven't heard me yet
Your first time should be tonight
Got a couple EP's
A bunch of singles if you'd like
Steady working on a album"Coat of Armor"
Shit is tight
Fourteen tracks, I laid on wax
I copped the frame
We ready for the plaque
Don't need acceptance from y'all
Just a Miyagi laugh
I'm Daniel-san
You ready for it, throw a
I been
Pushed to the edge
But I'm far from the brink
You might dehydrate yourself
Tryna make a horse drink
Teary eyes; made them haters have to blink
Twice I passed the cup
Think I give a ___ bout what you think?
Times when all I heard at night
Was the bottles clink
Model role
I don't think they'll notice if I bottled mo
Hollow soul
I can't even tell the truth - Sodom knows
Designer clothes
But who' designed em? I don't know
They designed though
Fire when I choose to rap
Like ain't no fronto
Drive slow
Push to start, clutchin' wifey's thigh
Like I'm Han, woah
Crunch the lines
Watch your mind roll
Solo on a level of my own
S-Rank
Four with a wing three
Dang, Steve
A tendency to be so angry
Slang heat
They put an S by 99; I claim streets
Changed peaks; CEO of CO
I changed states and I changed seats
Tables turn, ****
Lessons learned
I see the ember
When the bridges burn
They think they killing progress
But I'm back home with a pick return
You see I'm kicking game
But they ain't fit to learn
Big investments turn to big returns
Prices looking different
Now they big concerned
I was picked last
And now I'm big captain
I'm picking first
I'm interstellar like I'm Captain Kirk
Or Christopher; how I pen a verse
I'm painting a picture so vivid
Coming out, I was timid
Thinking the sky was the limit
Wanted a Rollie that glistens
I'm thinking that school was the mission
Shooting my shoot, I was missing
Nothing but blur in my vision
Growing up I didn't listen
I'm in a
I'm in a place where the time zone different
Yeah and the way a **** rap
I'm like python with it
Yeah, they jaded to an icon
But my stripes on, ****
I got the world in my right arm
I'm type strong with it
I'm Tyson with it
It's E Q; rap ophthalmologist
It's monumental
How he took a lost soul
Combined it with a pencil
And though I never fit the mold
Just know I never meant to
Still plantin' seeds
And that's just me providing y'all the stencil
Disrespect
Comin' for my neck
Because my pen a threat
Intellect
Oozin out my body
Make the chicken stretch
Architect
Build it up from nothing
That's the cost effect
Disconnect
Find your head rolling once I call-collect
I'm fiendin
Reachin' out, but feel I'm left on read and
These demons
At me, but I fear it's just a dead end
And I'm heavily debted
To all of my past endeavors
But the head that wears the crown
Is the one that gets all the credit
Might swipe it all off the table
And wash away all my edits, for real
I'm tryna heal
A black sheep, I'm thinkin' am I up next?
I'm understandin' that the plan is out of hands
But I can't sit back while I
See"everybody" hittin' their bets
Now let's go
I'm feelin' a sense of pride in who Q is
Hang my cross like it's Judas
Betrayal, hatred, and ootas
Rap about seeking improvement
Find me at odds with a buddhist
Just to fulfill my amusement
EQ
If I could go back
I would kill the man I used to be
Brand new soil, ten toes, on my two feet
Fighting demons, I can't fold for these QTs
Smoke QPs, praise Jah, my life a movie
No Tarantino
I was wide awake before 'Bino
Bitch, I really write shit
Fuck a C Note
Absorb knowledge
Prehistoric, like Dino
Frank Castle how I'm snuffing out evil
It's Bash, ****
Cross-faded
3.5 stuffed in the wood to get more jaded
Busy flexing rocks
But the diamonds is gold-plated
I'm just giving you a push from the hooves
I was horse-playing
Science class
Leave em dissected, like this an open op
Coming off the sides a little different
I'm unorthodox
Raised up on a block
Where the ock was doing way more than chop
Cheese was for the Feds
And the powder was for the thriller flock
Now I'm on a mission
Ain't enticed unless my president dead
Colored lenses
Seeing blue all on the side of his head
Thermal scope
I get heated when optics flip back to red
Eyes white
I see it clear now in this anthem I pledge
Pledge your allegiance
Let's go enlighten the heathens
To reach the mountain of Eden
Nailed to the cross He was bleeding
That's more enough then a reason
Just say the word and I'm leaving
I'm me no matter the season
I want it bad as I'm breathing
Up to the heavens I'm dreaming
Have faith and always believe in
Through Him all, is achieving
No point in crying or grieving
Breaking bad
I'm finally breaking Even Steven
I was born cold
Too nice; I been anemic, freezing
A couple thousand in the consoles of Mercedes Benzes
Y'all simpy pussies gave the treasure map to all ya exes
No hustle in the muscle
Why the fuck you flexing, dawg?
I need a muzzle for my horses revvin' in my engine
The exhaust is loud
I got it, don't y'all worry how
I'm who ya man is worried bout
I turn hoes on & turn em out
I never fuck with pests
I let the vermin drown
For a hunnid thou
My hunnid youngins dump a hunnid rounds
Piff smoke'll form a hunnid clouds
Smoke and mirrors
Still I see their envy when they crack a smile
Taxes filed in a nonprofit to float the cash around
I need the dutches stuffed with fluff
Like what y'all rap about
Been patient for the commas
Now karma's makin' it's lap around
The first to quit is not equipped or fitted for the crown
Vocals match the sounds of swarms
Surrounding y'all with mortar rounds
Y'all needed Kendrick to figure what rigamortis bout
Have the shells fly; never count the tortoise out
I've been not talking up to God a lot
I guess I'm hot about my will to flop
But always keep it saucy, like a pizza shop
Look in the mirror for the op
I went from androbot
To what I got?
It's not a lot
I'll make it hot
No looking back, I'm not the bride of Lot
Sheila Carlito never missed a free throw
But she got a dot
Sheila got popped
Enters Aandy
Will he make it candy? Really?
Probably not
An absolute destruction
Acronym to never will he stop
I'd like to ask about the ways they like to see-um
And do they wanna be-um
End the conversation with a pium pium
Give it to my baby mom and tell her hold that
My ride or die
My daughter's twin
More perfect than a Kodak
My ego swollen boy, I'm (bee sting) beasting
But I'm alive, that's more than I can say for y'all
So tell me mama, who to call?
Tan ta na na
Your baby boy loves alcohol
But everybody got their thing though
Every body got they thing
Everybody got they thing
Every body got their thing though
Everybody got they thing
Every body got they thing
The file hits
I start to giggle like a little jit
Since I was an infant, all I ever really did was spit
So take a breath or take a rip
Quit blowing smoke and take a sip
Wine-and-dining wifey might just
Teach me how to strengthen grip
I grab the pen and take a trip
To deep recesses
I peep these treasures
Dig into the muscle of my soul
Relieve these pressures
Like who am I to y'all if I just flex and not show effort?
I listen to the game in total shame
Because no message is sent
Unless you had phoned it in
But how could you make that call
Without even knowing (pin) pen?
The (code) is thrown in the bin
The coldest flow
With the soul of a soldier pulling a pin
I'm blowing up any notion
That y'all can flow with the kid
These raps are filled with a passion
I'm grieving, packing em in
The ups, the downs, and the stagnant
The highs and lows, yet again
That's where the skill; it begins
That's what the feeling lives in
The ink is tapping the skin; each rap a tat
Send the track and this beast is back in his habitat
Rappers love to act
But these writtens packed with a stack of facts
You can ask Steve or ask Q
Anybody in the crew
God said they'll know us by our fruit
The club's in full effect
But everybody got their thing though
Every body got they thing
Everybody got they thing
Every body got their thing though
Everybody got they thing
Every body got they thing
Written by: Andrew Diaz, Antonio Cruz, Antonio Cruz Jorge Solis, Evan Quintero, Isaiah Johnson, Isaiah K Velez, Kamron Bahani, Marcus Hunter, Robert Lebron Jr., Stephen Locke
