Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahmal Hill
Songwriter
Lyrics
Dash doer I'm doing it well pull up in a green machine
Dash doer I'm doing it well pull up in a green machine ain't John Deere
Dash doer I'm doing it well pull up in a green machine ain't John Deere but I'm moving a bail
Touchdown NFL
12 won't catch me in the field be Emmitt Smith before I be Emmett Till
Married to the money when I unveiled the veil
Blues appeared and they was long as Javale
Long as you real then stick along for the thrill
Ain't supposed to be here so I can't tell you how it feel
Met the nigga from Vlone he be alone 4rl
I ain't never alone I be dressed to kill
See that chrome will send him home
Just in case it get Rocky no Sylvester Stallone
Invested in real so the rest can't lead me wrong
Won't trade my hand it's all bout how the cards played
Manned up ain't have no one help me deal with all this heartache
Moved to Cali damn near laid my head where all the stars stay
I'm just tryna eat I'm filling tables up with Entree's
Came a long ass way from them apartments
I was sliding down Slauson
Convertibled the coupe and designered all of my garments
Shit won't easy stuck in these streets and ain't have no guidance
All in on every mission
Won't sleep until I get some
Vacants basements never feeling complacent
Problem child my teacher told me that I'll be a wasteman
Feeling that handyman that stick stay in my waistband
Niggas stealing juice I feel like Jordan off of Space Jam
My drip just like the irrigation broke
They was buying the highs I was buying all the lows
Tryna feed the streets that package landing at that door
But it got the wrong name the feds snatch it I don't know
I don't know Na
Feel like zoltar that lil box got all the answers
Being be broke be worse than cancer
I won't lower none of my standards
Still got poles without the dancers
All in or nothing for my family
We was from the rough end
But I'll never pull a Ruffin on my family
Won't trade my hand it's all bout how the cards played
Manned up ain't have no one help me deal with all this heartache
Moved to Cali damn near laid my head where all the stars stay
I'm just tryna eat I'm filling tables up with Entree's
Came a long ass way from them apartments
I was sliding down Slauson
Convertibled the coupe and designered all of my garments
Shit won't easy stuck in these streets and ain't have no guidance
All in on every mission
Won't sleep until I get some
Writer(s): Jahmal Hill
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