Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Alcala
Songwriter
Caleb McCarter
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come down with me
Name one man who'll go pound for pound and twelve rounds on me
Pacquiao right when ya hands are down
And then the lights and cameras is surrounding me
I was awkward back when shit was off
But now I'm hot and the moneys in bountifully
It's crazy how bitches was doubting me
Next day they fall off like Alopecia
Running laps around my favorite rappers in some denim pants and some Balenci sneakers
You talking shit like you know me but realize you couldn't stop me for a fucking feature
I am the one on the field
Pussy boy be chasing bitches inside the bleachers
Already know what's the deal
Your bitch she be playing my music inside her speakers
Imma let that one hit
Two bars one jam and we got this
Right now we Malone and Stockton
Right now in the zone and I'm locked in
Talk down watch ya tone or I'm popping
Fucking bitches is the only other option
Y'all only ever do this for the profit
Y'all tried but you never gonna stop this
We gonna go crazy
We gonna go all night
We gonna go crazy
We gonna go all night
We gonna go crazy
We gonna go all night
We gone uh
We gone uh
We gone uh uh
Soul food
That's my definition of words
Lately I been feeling like I have a curse
Spilling out my souls when it feels the worse
Permanent become a burst
Feeling like I'm born from the fucking verse
Sometimes I go to sleep but truly avoiding pain
All these false devotions slowly start to leave stains
Cruising old Impalas can I keep my shit tame
Power, pussy, money, sprinkle in a little bit of fame
It ain't the same
So claustrophobic that I'm scared to wear a fucking ring
Bag laced with Vuitton chains
The weeds got me having steady nonchalant dreams
Fight or flight talking heavy until the time brings
Ask me what I want in life I say the finer things
All these thoughts inside my brain need to make a change
Before I keep dissing and casual spending
You keep saying that I did but they say that I didn't
What
With the cameras out
All these motherfuckers walking with the cameras out
Like what
With the cameras out
All these mother fuckers walking with the cameras out
Like who
Ain't no cameras out
All these mother fuckers walking with no cameras out
Like who
Ain't no cameras out
All these mother fuckers walking with no cameras out
Writer(s): Daniel Alcala
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