Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ShhhSaint
ShhhSaint
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shhh saint
Shhh saint
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LmkSumJah
LmkSumJah
Producer

Lyrics

I can't stand it **** fake it like some shit that they is not
You ain't never seen the bottom, I was down there like the rock
Talking like you from the trenches, why don't you just live your life
Steady posting poles, but you ain't never earned a stripe
I bust a play in Lansing, then double back to the D
I spend money cause it's paper, this shit really growing trees
Pour the wock in my pop, damn near made my heart stop
I can't even tell the time, ain't no ticking on my watch
Don't say you in a gang if you ain't tat it on your skin
See how far I'm down to go if it's a guarantee win
Used to be a follower, but now I lead the way
Nah, I ain't fuck yo bitch, but I for sure done got the face
Talk money, talk motion, I'm the one they gotta quote
You be capping in your songs, everybody know you broke
**** cold in the winter, they don't even own a coat
All that acting like a fan, while I'm moving like I'm Ghost
Dmoney so loyal, he side with me like he Paulie
That plan ain't finna work, clear as day, that shit is faulty
I'm trying to hump, I'm off the addy like i'm Ffawty
I'm the opposite of Santa, her Christmas lit cause she was naughty
Y'all getting outclassed, I'm the one you take this L against
Gotta keep my cool, can't let them get me out my element
Speared my dick in her mouth, she popped it in like a peppermint
This jacket seven bands, it's that Louis V Letterman
Tell me what's your goals, what's your plan to go achieve
What's the point of having guns if you ain't never having cheese
At Nicky D's pissed off I like the slice, not the squeeze
Stop looking like a fag, can y'all get some bigger jeans
Ain't no luck in this shit, you gon' earn what you take
If you scared, hit the books, this ain't easy to escape
It's a function on the east, I'm finna hit the shit with Tae
Two man on the floor, Splash Bros, Steph and Klay
Me and bro twin fin's, call us Draymond and Jimmy
I ain't paying for the pussy, so I pay for the titties
Leaving the bay with 60 G's, had them pay us in fifties
Came a long way, seeing what they pay for the giffy's
I don't play in the city, I'm on an island with a thick one
She had a lot of ****, she ain't never had a rich one
Type of income, ballin getting and one's
I'm a Louis V ****, I don't fuck with Lanvins
Selling dope in traffic, I just dropped a whole key
Soft fire fuck around and make your nose bleed
I'm shooting out text asking what my hoes need
I'm really up, up, I ain't being low key
Big R, bag life
Written by: Shhh saint
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