Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Daniels
Songwriter
Lyrics
They said there ain’t no guardin' ‘em
There’s too much God in ‘em
Yeah
Yeah
Aye don’t be scared now
Yo
This ain’t rap, this shit a forewarning
The Lord coming, the morgue’s open
War-torn is stored under my floorboards
So bored, mind sharp as four swords, en garde and on God
Watch your mouth, I’m still sick as a cold sore
Pay attention, you owe more
They keys lead to broke doors
A monster with the ink, I make them scream, keep the city lit
No funny shit, I’m running witcha boo, I’m on that sully shit
You looking for a rapper, I ain’t one of them
They light so no wonder why I’m sonning them
Hunting them, tell the greats run, I’m on a great run
The fast way, will be your last day for all your day ones
I’m A1, they say the stakes high, so I brought A1
What’s competition? Try to name some, but see there ain’t none
Since yay high, I gave ‘em dope lines, this like a yay high
Cross your computer screens like AI playing AI
A lot of things changed but the drama never stopping me
I’ve yet to give a fuck, I need a promise ring, honestly
Bad muthafucka, I don’t mean to boast
Time is money and you **** wasting both
Written by: Andre Daniels
