Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahmal Hill
Songwriter
Lyrics
Perfect you did it on purpose so I can get the stamp in
That's cool
Gang No more talking
Moncler I ain't gon lie Why would I gang slide on the aye
Would you work for it
Pedal to the metal I ain't stalling
The cars got stars don't need no roof with the stars in it
My momma need a new crib
Bro daughter need some milk
It's red pill or that blue pill and I'll smoke a nigga like loosies
Hood designer I'm in Losends
Cut em off and move like stealth
Ain't no service for my cell up in a cell
Do myself a service dolo on my dirt man fuck the jail
Can't put faith in no one but me cuz I can't afford to fail
Do whatever you want I will never get Ja Ruled
And I ain't the one for you to come and lie to
I'm like AI with the braids and you niggas Ty Lue
I'm the brains of the plans something they can value
I ain't wasting my plans or my or waiting my chance still making them fans
I got faith I'll take the advance cuz we going long to get it back
I'm in the streets I'm not in the Net bars like Talib plays I intercept
Holding Holding Hold on it won't no one around showed myself how to manage
I'm feeding the fam imma give em the advantage
I'm saving them bands only thinking bout expansion
Going long blowing strong and my view better up here promise I ain't never landing
I can't die this year on my 10 where I'm standing
I can't face my fears seeing tears from my family
Humble I remain I don't know the price but for fame I'll never change
Watch me make a way yea
Might take me my whole life but this life you won't take
And my focus was off and it wasn't rendering
You can't place my face in no unsolved incidents
And on my downfall they wishing I know a many men
Used to want the hardaways just to get em I penny pinched
Givenchy the jacket my chick gotta wagon
Hopped up out the Benz truck with G's on the fabric
Connected wherever
Know your worth cuz you emerging for certain
Stay in ya bag it don't gotta be Birkin just keep on building what's working
Once you crafted and mastered that endless nights passion don't rest
Advice in life won't suffice you need more than talent in rap
And in sports and in court and of course if you black
I'm the source of the force we on course with the caps
I'm bouta bring the cup home I ain't miss a truck load
I'm ovechkin with the stick put on my mask for the goal
Everlasting loyalty
For my dawg pay lawyers fees
Showed him how to get hunnids
Just to avoid all the police
Bags of onions in the Honda just to score Accordingly
3 grams in the 82 I never tore the leaf
I toured the seas with the team we hit bitches that's Portuguese
I'm bout the cheese out in Philly looking Plein in Phillipe
You know the lead we gotta keep and my team it's only 3
Fs4e BTE and my whole family
Writer(s): Jahmal Hill
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