Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isidora Vuceta
Songwriter
Austin Labrador
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shporky Pork
Producer
Stevey Slice
Mixing Engineer
Nick Franklin at Rolodex Sound
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
It's most definitely mathematics when I spit rhymes
Lines level the devil drop you to hell stage nine
My tongue is a sword leave the scars on ur vinyl
Til ur all bled out like a female menstrual cycle
Obsolete rappers I'm ahead of my time
Cause I saw into the future and I made that shit mine
You trying too hard just another walking clone
No style or game to throw
Just a dog chasing bones
Chasin pussy to the throne counting stacks on your housing cracked pavement
Wearin fake gold say you made it
Fuck that I been to hell and back wrote my manuscript
I'd give u copy but I know you'll try to copy it
Light a big L talk shit about the rich and famous
Never had that lifestyle and I hope I never make it
Ain't about the fortune or fame
I ain't that person seems the richer u become the more your wealth becomes a burden
Murderin emcees like its ring around the rosie
Infect u like the plague til ur 6 ft cozy
Better off dead just another walking zombie
If money does the talk then u already lost gee
They say money talks
Better shut your mouth
They say money talks
Better shut your mouth
They say money talks
Better shut your mouth
They say money talks
Better shut your mouth
My raps long like the day
Like egyptians had slaves
Mel Gibson type brave
Stevey here to fucking slay
Fuck all these corny rappers
Styles all the same
Couldn't copy my shit
Even if you got paid
They say money talks
But boy shut ya mouth
Talking all of this see I know you for the clout
When the shit hits the fan let me check how you stand
If the gun to my face
I'll grab it and I'll pull the trigger
Before you get me I'll get myself
Straight kamikaze
Death before dis honour
That's how a gee lives
Underground king my soul full of mischief
Use to twist them paper zags
Stay bloody like a vag
Hate you cunts with a pash
Get ya self knocked out
When you try step to this
I dash with no finger prints
Still wanna talk shit your mouth smelling like garbage
Everybody wanna rap these days
Find me in the shadow walking around these ways
Alley cats stray dogs that's my type of people
Stay sharp with the pen and my ink stay lethal
Fuck the reeper stevey mad scarier
Colder than a freezer in a battle
I'll defeat ya
In a battle
I'll defeat ya
Writer(s): Isidora Vuceta
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