Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Topaz Jones
Topaz Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alissia Benveniste
Alissia Benveniste
Songwriter
Jack Hallenbeck
Jack Hallenbeck
Songwriter
G.D.B. Jones
G.D.B. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Topaz Jones
Topaz Jones
Producer
Alissia Benveniste
Alissia Benveniste
Producer
Jack Hallenbeck
Jack Hallenbeck
Producer

Lyrics

This grown man talkin' Don't go tellin your momma Don't go runnin' up in the house Like you scared of a monster Stick your chin up Go do some chin ups You skinny, I hope she finna Make spinach for dinner Under your skin like a splinter At night I dream about living Above the rim like a spinner But chances I make the league Is getting slimmer than a Jim-or Eminem-or- Kendall Jenner Rival of Pepsi spread all on her dresser America, God Bless her I'm like, "Sike nah F her" She ain't ride for me ever (Ever, ever?) My grandmother survived it three eras Now from Prospect Terrace to the top I Tricera'ed Try me, I dare ya SuperBad Mike Cera It's the Mic terror (ooh child) yeah I swear to God these niggas terrycloth That mean very soft You look sad, try therapy Or a glass of that liquid theraflu But if I parachute, the kids will parakeet As a teen figured all I needed was a pair of shoes with a swoosh Enough to make a nigga bust his teeth 'Til they wiggle loose But by the time I got em they was out of style God got a sense of humor Learn how to smile Ugh, this grown man talkin' Not for the faint of heart This the ancient art of persuasion The Makers Mark on occasion I played the part I was training for since training wheels Got no platinums But I'm stainless steel The layers peeled and the fruit of my labor Revealed, labelled and sealed, uh Lot of rats chasing a deal They would've squealed, uh Top of that They wanna ask you how it feeled To leave the house behind Nigga, is you out your mind??? All the Aunt Jemima spilling All that nonchalance is chilling Y'all your pops and momma's children I promise you I'm feeling like the cream of the crop doesn't top me It's really getting sloppy Joe Somebody stop me The bomb like saki bro This Nagasaki flow I'll beat the horse if the jockeys don't I could kick it but that's not the goal I want control For the folks counting crows 'Til the block gets sold Man this shit is bananas No it's platanos Was still a seed when the plot exposed But I was told To watch those who play blind with eyes closed I could see it all now that I'm grown
Writer(s): Alissia Benveniste, Topaz Jones, Jack Lofchie Hallenbeck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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