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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Jenkins
Songwriter
Avontez Tyler
Songwriter
Benjamin Freeman
Songwriter
Hassan
Songwriter
Taulib Wright
Songwriter
Lyrics
Death to any duplicate, we bringing back the 1 on 1's
Grinding through 100 moons and shine like 100 suns
A phoenix in my flight apparel, flame is what I come from
Serving new cuisines while they hope my light dim some
Sorry to break it to you, my being's so fluorescent
I never met a school in my presence, presence a lesson
While clout chasers is pressing, tryna get their 15's
I been sharpening my skills and my 16's
Make the type of art that'll outshine the Sistine
No church services, my verses they be potent still
A banger on the beat, man I swear it's such a potent feel
Like hits from Holyfield or jabs from Jones Jr.
Dancing against the ropes, I'm just going through em
Bury my influence, growing up the movement put a lot into it
Mind be gone I'm too hazed
This one go like 2 ways
They watch me like Blu Ray
You want me now, you too late
Fuck the Ghost, she like "What happened to you?" It's a new day
When I speak, it's colorful, they get the picture, Kool-Aid
A 9, a 10, two 8's
Bad hoes, who they
Perrier, juet
Damier, Ksubis
Salmon with pappardelle pasta, what's the shit that you ate
Hopped put the Honda, strapped in public like I'm out in Kuwait
Plus she like what you got on, I'm like "Oh, this? This just some Gucci"
Chef ain't wearing gloves, that's how you know it's real sushi
Valentino fleeky, but I'm cute when I'm in Stussy
I just met a bad bitch, a bad bitch introduced me
Rest in peace to Biggie still let it rock to Juicy
FaceTime with a skinny girl, remind me of Karrueche
Really riding foreign, but nah this ain't no Suzuki
Money chase be calling me, I'm itchin like Pookie, 'Go baby
Damn, I love lasagna
At least I'm movin like it
Sic them wolves on you, I ain't fussin nor I'm fighting
Drip feed my ficus
My wit? So enticing
How you know I'm with the mob?
Oh, you must be psychic
Me and Banger got telepathy
Blowing presidential, keep Suzukis with the weaponry
'Nago be the legacy
Niggas barely building what we building for they children
And you know that jealousy gon lead to leprosy
Fall off, nasty
Don't touch my sheets
No sweat like Keith
New girl so classy
Sneaky, Tom Clancy
Put her ass in the streets
Money fast like Maxi
No taxes like priests
Cosigning for a car, only been fucking her for a week
Niggas acting all Hollywood 'til I pull up and they speak
I ain't playing bout the bag, nigga, I be playing Ride N Go Seek
Put my team on my back and it's all full, Vonta Leach, ugh
Writer(s): Sean Jenkins
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