制作
作曲和作词
Marcus Tlou
词曲作者
Neo Madiba
词曲作者
制作和工程
Chester XXV
制作人
Al Xapo
制作人
歌词
Look, I think I'm losing my mind, so talk to Jesus
My heart is always heavy, my crown is now by my feet
I'm losing weight, I'm drowning my problems in Hennessy
Man, I'm in the deep, and not a single **** can see
I was really weak, and uh-huh, I found some peace
I've been living decent, got me a hustle, pay the lease
Spent a couple Gs, and I've been trying to get to the cheese
So I'm moving trees, and maybe go flip the Polo Comfort to an AMG
Yeah, look, I'm keeping it pimping like law and order
I got crazy OCD, so I keep my bitches in order
My new shit got this shit hotter than marijuana on the border
And I've been moving shit since I was a learner, I was a boarder, uh
And 2019 was just fucking horror, put my dad in the ground
Four months later, somebody daughter had the nerve to pull up on me with cops
Restraining order, cause I guess she knew her brother's an opp
I will applaud him, uh, look, but that never changed me
My brother raised me right, I know the values that make me
My energy all right, so nothing bad ever faze me
And that's why I'ma dab you even though you gon' hate me
My brother copped a whip, so I'ma cop one to race him
An underrated rapper is the column they place me
But I'm not any rapper, my whole shit isn't mainstream
But we get the mainstreams, and that's just with no promo or placements
You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets, you do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
Woah, yeah, I'm the hottest topic of the week
Got your shawty on top of my sheets
And she bumping my shit on repeat
Weekly, weekly
In the hood moving around with a piece
Ain't nobody go harder than me
Switch it up, we in therapy
I said I'm tired of these fake n****s pulling up on me like I don't bake n****s
Turn them n****s to a cake, how these n****s gon' cap on the phone
But never to my face, n****a, how you n****s all made
Every single time I ride in the coupe, man, it felt like I'm in space
Yeah, I'm talking Bruce Wayne, and if shawty wanna slide on the dick
Then I gotta duck a case, before it get too late
Lot on my mind, I think I'm going insane
Blood in my cup, like I'm sipping a vein
Gassing all the n****s that just got on the train
No wonder all these demos always sounding the same
I'm angry as fuck, you can tell from the pain
Them n****s stuck, and I stayed in my lane
I came here for the money, and it came with the fame
Don't compare me to no average motherfucker on lame
Now these n****s faze me, hate me
Passing all you n****s in the mainstream, pacing
Running up the money, man, I'm racing, chasing
All you fake n****s don't amaze me, graze me
Catch me in the two-door coupe with my main bitch
Smoking on the loud pack, got it from the main switch
Rocking number ten when i step onto the game pitch
Big goons making all your n****s look like stepkids
Oh, you coming to the crib? Yeah, that's right
I put y'all on the bottle, then I'm on the dirty Sprite
Said she wanna make a flick for the night
I put on the Telly, then I'ma go and cut the lights
If you tryna have a kid, then I'm mize
I'm never getting one of those, I gotta live my life
And I gotta chase a check, and the nike
I'm not talking Adidas when I say I got my stripes
Woah, yeah
I'm the hottest topic of the week
Got your shawty on top of my sheets
And she bumping my shit on repeat
Weekly, weekly
In the hood move around with a piece
Ain't nobody go harder than me
Switch it up, we in therapy
Yeah, woah, yeah
I'm the hottest topic of the week
Got your shawty on top of my sheets
And she bumping my shit on repeat
Weekly, weekly
In the hood move around with a piece
Ain't nobody go harder than me
Switch it up, we in therapy
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Mmm
Written by: Marcus Tlou, Neo Madiba

