制作

出演艺人
Kipp Stone
Kipp Stone
表演者
Nuke Franklin
Nuke Franklin
说唱
Brandon Foster
Brandon Foster
说唱
作曲和作词
Brandon Foster
Brandon Foster
词曲作者
制作和工程
Ikey
Ikey
制作人
Michael Kolar
Michael Kolar
母带工程师
Brandon Foster
Brandon Foster
混音工程师

歌词

Surface level with the hype seem like we don't vibe hate the shit you **** like safe to say I got a type not the ones who just type manuscript for like minds home row key and throw spice we just speakin mo life we just breathing mo life I'm just speaking my mind beat the string to my kite **** don't like to
I get more love from a stranger then **** I know may hit better from angle Jumbotron maybe you really just sitting too close maybe that work in my favor butter knife spreading my name and I'm getting more toast I can hit a new state I can hit a new stain I can profit off pain I can pop in two coast I can pop and just coast selling out not selling out I can do both in my sax like cole train of thought stay on blue notes **** that's major sick like 3 or 4 stages whole lotta energy wasted sitting back thumbing through pages catalyst selling outrage and I would just put it on pages only real **** tap in tapping the pen on my leather notebook talking real life to you as it happen hating on front street payin in blood **** how we put love on the back end better keep up don't get sweeped up whole lotta rap **** in the dust pan not talking about much know it better be tough or it better be lust so they asking
who you sleeping with
who you beefing with
who you cheating with
Ooooh you see the fit
do you keep a switch
let me see it den
Couple million clicks
did you see the clip
who agree with this
you can eat a dick
I'm a killer ****
I'm a killer ****
Show me (gun)
RIP again
Then repeat again
Money listen doe
That's what bring em in
How we keep em in
Check the feed then
Let em feed again
They attention like fruit flies
Tangled in a web
Bliss and ignorance
Surface level with the hype seem like we don't vibe hate the shit you **** like safe to say I got a type not the ones who just type manuscript the like minds home row key and throw spice we just speakin mo life we just breathing mo life I'm just speaking my mind fuck the internet
Dont worry bout much
I then hit a few states
I then made a few bucks
Got a couple new hoes
And a couple on tuck
But the same old gang
It ain't many I trust
It ain't many, I
Really believe in
I Swing for the fence
Still Bob and weaving
Everybody riding waves baby I'm seasick
The Talent ain't make you pop maybe the tweets did
A Geto Boy like scarface or Bushwick
Who got a lust for the lime light and deep dish
Midwest misfit
Had to go snip snip to the dead weight
Im at least One verse from a head case
I been headed to the top for a long time now
Like the escalator broke had to hit the staircase
If you wanna elevate
Light, tryna Emanate
Pay day shouldn't be the only day we celebrate
Less it happen everyday
Yeah
Racks in abundance
Flame to the raw cone gotta crack the window baby cause the smoke too pungent
I'm a stand up **** probably break my back tryna limbo with em bar too low
Tryna pay dues
Cant afford no loss my **** even Heaven got a barcode
Gotta believe me
If it's worth having that shit won't come easy
Log off the Timeline and cut off yo TV
Wasting your time but one day you gon need it
Can't get ahead if you staying on repeat
Need every crumb and some mo cause I'm greedy
Need every drop out this ho for I leave it
Knowing they thought that probably wouldn't see me
Take it so far that they never can reach me
Written by: Brandon Foster
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