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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Vocals
The Alchemist
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Composer
Demond Price
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Look (Look, look, look)
Let's toast to my enemies, no, let's toast to my injuries
Turned my negative to positive, I don't need no sympathy
I'm the GOAT 'til infinity, I wrote with intensity
Plus, my potent delivery, I just hope they remember me
When them broke niggas mention me, it don't make no sense to me
'Cause they know they can't fuck with me
Guess them ho niggas envy me (Can't fuck with me, hah)
But if those niggas get to me, let's say those niggas finished me
Bro, just go to dispensaries and smoke to
My memory (Go smoke out, nigga, light one up)
Know a nigga I love got mad and ran to the internet
And spoke what he did for me, yo, you know you offendin' me
I don't owe you a penny, don't wanna smoke and sip Hennessy
And it's not 'cause I don't love you
I just don't need your energy (I don't need that)
They love you when you up, look how my phone ring consistently (Hah)
If I ever go broke again, bet they won't bring a cent to me (Woo)
They can't eat like I'm eatin' 'cause
Niggas don't know the chemistry (Talk to 'em)
Rockin' Bathing Ape shit from Tokyo they just sent to me, ah
But I was gettin' money, talkin' about real money
See, other dealers was sellin' at the highest price they could get
I sold it cheaper so I was sellin'
The most (If you want to, nigga, brr)
I sold it so cheap, I started takin' their customers (Yeah)
Things are right here, today
I'm 'bout to drop off the bag (Off the bag)
I'm 'bout to drop the bag (Brr,
I'm 'bout to drop the bag, the big bag)
My shooter 'bout to come through your back (Brr, through your back)
When I drop off the bag (When I drop
Off the big bag, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm 'bout to drop the bag (Brr, drop the bag)
I'm 'bout to drop the bag (I'm 'bout to drop the big bag, yeah)
My shooter 'bout to do you bad (Doot, doot,
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, do you bad)
When I drop off the bag (Brr, when I drop off the big bag, yeah, haha)
If I was hustlin', that's it
I wouldn't be goin' and meetin' niggas of other nationalities
You go get with your cousin
Fuck is you talkin' about, nigga, look right
You don't know nobody named Armando or none of that
You call him Johnny or "Cuz, what's up?"
"I need that dot"
Fuck out of here, he calling' Jamal up
"I need nine"
And he callin' Shawn up
"I need half a chicken"
Five niggas callin' up for a bird, nigga
Don't ever compare your raggedy-ass niggas, man
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Desmond Price
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