Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Barefield III
Composer
Mashell Leroy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trip Lee
Producer
Mashell Leroy
Producer
Lyrics
Bro I been telling 'em, keep up
Now ain't the timing to ease up
This ain't my home like my lease up
He's making me Mona Lisa
Okay, don't really care
What them polls says
I would do this for no pay
(It would be kind of hard though, I'm not gon' lie)
Been on my go, family grown
Good to my soul
New arrows fit in my bow
Aim it, who knows where
They might go? ayy
Bruh, do they understand?
That I'm just a son
Of the son of man
I'm running man
But don't wanna dance
Just trynna keep it a hundred grand
So gone like breakneck
Slim road, my pace set
Bruh, gone with your fake threat
Die now, then wait
For the paycheck
Isn't it cold how my soul be dripping in Gold?
Follow the script, that's the code, yeah
Never too late
That ain't my way
All in my face
Quicken my pace
Right when I wake
I know my place
Why would I wait?
You can try going to find him
You can check on his timing
But that boy gone, he flying
He got that throne to guide him
Quicken my pace
Right when I wake
I know my place
Why would I wait?
I think they on to me
Ghosts from my past
Be hunting me
I see them hurdles, up under me
All I see is runway in front of me
No flipping for gain that's costly
Defending the name get off me
Whole sentence killing 'em softly
Y'all thought you lost me
But I'm back, still on my game
Never scared like killer Mike claim
Jesus never been on my chain
Now, his peace just been on my brain
They call the boy like do the right thing
If y'all are bored
Then get on my train, waving goodbye
I been on my dame
Ayy, tell 'em
Don't get in my lane
Same thing looking like plain Jane
Thinking they cold
Bang bang, they tryna
Maintain that status quo
Thought he was gone
I think he back
He ain't waiting long
On the attack
Still unashamed you know it's facts
Never too late
Hat ain't my way
All in your face
Preaching the way
Quicken my pace
Right when I wake
I know my place
Why would I wait
You can try going to find him
You can check on his timing
But that boy gone, he flying
He got that throne to guide him
Quicken my place
Right when I wake
I know my place
Why would I wait?
Writer(s): William Barefield, Mashell Leroy
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