Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Dalajon Jones
Songwriter
Maximilian Rahn
Songwriter
Lyrics
Count up the digits
Round up the figures
God on my side yeah you know that I'm gifted
Watch how I shift it
Step above ops they don't know where I'm at
Search and destroy on my back
Max came through with the slaps
Weight on my back
Nah I ain't worried bout that
Foot to the floor cut no slack
Stoop to your level how could I
When I might be the next Jedi
Tired as fuck oh I can't lie
Stick wit my people oh yeah I
Rely on god and my rellies
Won't listen ain't shit you could tell me
I'm ready for fetty more guala
Less drama for my momma she ready
Ain't worried bout Prada I gotta go get it
Still fucking up but I'm learning my lessons
My momma say pray don't be blocking yo blessings
Always stay laced Tre taught me that lesson
Get hard to keep going on God I be stressing
Still hit your line when I'm needing a reference
Still might slide through cause you know you my preference
Go to sleep late yeah I'll be here for breakfast
Rubbing my back cause she know I be stressing
Ask me what's wrong I can't answer that question
Count up the digits
Round up the figures
God on my side yeah you know that I'm gifted
Watch how I shift it
Step above ops they don't know where I'm at
Search and destroy on my back
Max came through with the slaps
Weight on my back
Nah I ain't worried bout that
Foot to the floor cut no slack
Wax on wax off
Round the corner right there posted where my momma at
ADN hat to the back
Need lil mama to see me right where I'm at
You just start where we finished at
Niggas run bout a thousand laps
Til they realize that they simply gone finish last
Big ups to all of my niggas we came out the mud like grass
Now we on they ass like we Fisher Price
If she top me off it'd be a better night
I'm a pretty nigga she say she love my smile and my style
Wanting me to get her right
Put her on this life
This shit come with a price
Know the sacrifice we go in every night
We working back to back like Lakers in 09'
This is just the start ain't nowhere near my prime
Told my momma this shit gone get better with time
Count up the digits
Round up the figures
God on my side yeah you know that I'm gifted
Watch how I shift it
Step above ops they don't know where I'm at
Search and destroy on my back
Max came through with the slaps
Weight on my back
Nah I ain't worried bout that
Foot to the floor cut no slack
Stoop to your level how could I?
When I might be the next Jedi
Writer(s): Jeremiah Jones
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