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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tory James Hains
Songwriter
Arthur Lea III
Songwriter
Berkley Kyle gedney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matty Harris
Mastering Engineer
Christina Zimmerman
Photography
Lyrics
I'm tryna navigate my fate'n while I'm debating satan
Lonely fuck niggas still hatin' then back to they masturbatin
Master of none, cocky, get blasted then son
Duck shots, fuck cops, with the bullet I'm numero one
I do it for fun, tryna do it for moola
Been searching time and space, but I done lost my medulla
I found it and drowned it, all in a bottle of Hennessy
Like it's my enemy or maybe it just pretend to be
Back flippin, I'm whippin and gone dippin, uh
Aye blood drippin from body bag they zippin up
I been sippin and rippin, got me trippin
Drank got me slippin, throwing up like I'm crippin
Pimpin since been Pimpin, got that from my father
Everyday the same so tell me why should I bother
Flow just like water on tracks that I slaughter
Magic that I author like Johnson and James Potter
The O.G. told me all that glitters ain't gold
Say it ain't so, I'm lighting up this fresh pre-rolled
Cuz its a cold-cold world, either sell or be sold
And it seems like we getting hoed
Look
I'm real tired if the truth be told
Got my phone up in Airplane Mode
Look
I'm real tired pushing this whole load
Got my phone up in Airplane Mode
My phone is off
My phone on Airplane Mode, I'm overseas getting blowed
Rollin with some hoes you know we up in our zone and we on
Eat steak and cheese blowin strong
Pick my noodles up with tongs we eat this fillet mignon, and then we gone
These bitches be dancing to all my songs
They receptive to this game, they know I can't do no wrong
She in a thong, cookin my breakfast, hittin my bong
We high as hell, don't know what planet we on
Diamonds ain't forever so that's why I wear gold
And I don't wear designer, bitch I wear my own clothes
She got a pretty face, but shit I'm lookin at her toes
All that glitters ain't gold, shit they know I won't fold
And if they lookin for me, bitch I'm in the Inland
They know a nigga get it, they know I'm bout to get rich and shit
And if you say my name in vain, Imma trip and shit
Niggas is a bitch and shit, niggas don't get this shit
The O.G. told me all that glitters ain't gold
Say it ain't so, I'm lighting up this fresh pre-rolled
Cuz its a cold-cold world, either sell or be sold
And it seems like we getting hoed
Look
I'm real tired if the truth be told
Got my phone up in Airplane Mode
Look
I'm real tired pushing this whole load
Got my phone up in Airplane Mode
My phone is off
I like to dream my life away and
Spit fire I'm sprayin
Rapid shots Ak'n, clip they wings mayday'n
The outcome you outdone
Life is a race you been outrun, life is a bitch and she weighs a ton
Third strike you out son
And old heads taught us not to show emotion
So 40oz of O.E. keep me coastin
Tryna stay lifted off the shit I'm smokin
I'm just rockin the boat and floatin
But sinkin in the ocean
Goddam another bill due
It make you stronger what don't kill you
Might O.D. wondering what this pill do
Hospital another bill due
And situation smells like mildew
But broke boy shit show you the real you
Man fuck that, I'm smokin this dub sac
Pass it and puff that, I'm coolin and laid back, ya bish
The O.G. told me all that glitters ain't gold
Say it ain't so, I'm lighting up this fresh pre-rolled
Cuz its a cold-cold world, either sell or be sold
And it seems like we getting hoed
Look
I'm real tired if the truth be told
Got my phone up in Airplane Mode
Look
I'm real tired pushing this whole load
Got my phone up in Airplane Mode
My phone is off
Writer(s): Tory Hains
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