歌詞
Mi hija
It's all music
Yeah
Ball like I'm Donovan Mitchell
I grew up in the city where I'll stay and sing you a missile
I've been on my grizzle, put God over money like Bizzle
And I ain't even started to sizzle
Gave me the vision, I made a decision to keep it one hundred
I preached a religion, ain't for division
Go turn the song off if you easily offended
You know I'd be sinning
Back, back to the business
But ain't going to be no back and forth, this ain't table tennis
Name ain't Dennis, but I've been a menace (yeah)
Big major, but I'm independent (yeah)
Freebie rabbits going for the pennant
Einstein's, look what we invented
Game over, only been a minute
Better watch what you speak before I turn to a dentist
Brand-new drip, no Satan gonna flip (gonna flip)
Mouth slick like my first name Rick
Summer day in Haiti ain't hot like this
If it was a rap draft, I'm a lottery pick
Me how to label, just know that the surges is fatal
My haters didn't think I was able
I pulled out the cable, now I'm breaking through like a staple
I walk in and turn over tables
Cool, hold on, why can't I turn over tables?
I've been up like four days straight, don't touch me, I'm unstable
Got a whole lot of gold on my neck, it looks like the end of a rainbow
Freebie rabbits on my head like Django
All ten toes on the floor got me feeling like J-Lo
Hold on, no one to say yes and no one to say no
Why would I sell my soul when the price is already paid for?
One day your eyes have to close until then, be grateful
For I ain't scared to take a longer road, I brought my jumper cables
These days, when I go on the road, there's no pen and paper
I just hit the store and let it flow
You've been holding that grudge for years, you've frozen
Time to let it go, destroy it
Life way too short, enjoy it
I don't believe that lies, they tell the truth, it's disappointing
Like, mm, mm, mm, mm
Sound like somebody ran over a body
These rappers ain't real, they be riding like jockeys
Be working at Sonic and Affleck, they got it
We laugh at the fakers, mentality eight for the Lakers
This type of night, wake up the neighbors
Cool to get paper, but you ain't got God in your life
Then you're doing more gambling than bait
Like, mm, mm, mm, mm
Side line, always saying the most
I used to wanna be everyone's favorite
But truth is I don't want it no more
They had threats in my message requests
The other half telling me I'm the go
They don't know that they be doing a favor
The trick is always being ready to go
Cool, hm
Written by: Devin Tall, William Gazelle Fields Jr.