Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cavy
Performer
Ryan Cavanagh
Performer
Jordan Ward
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Cavanagh
Songwriter
Jordan Ward
Songwriter
Lyrics
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Venomous enemy, selling my soul with a vendetta
Could've been a trendsetter with a Beretta, a veteran chopping to better my cheddar
My poppa said I'ma get 'em
Bottle my venom, never tolerated enemies
We survived the fight, never been a mellow act, we supply the bite, bitter when they peddle back
It's a fitty fact fact, got the game by the feet like a piggy back, petty but he witty with the raps
Anybody wanna get a pass, they gon' have to walk through the mud
Feel what I felt, no buzz, everything above
Fly mawfucka, live from the rubble
Rack up, divide for my brothers
Back up the vibe, strap up and ride for my brothers
I come supply from the gutter
Suck a fat dick if you ain't fuck with us, yuh
Tripping offa Remy, got me heavy tryna make a dollar outta penny, but he steady got the peddle, got the whip and I be spitting like a semi no doubt
I'm the realest motherfucker, motherfucking out
Cyto venom and side effects, I defend 'em
Fighter pilot with the buttery double the flow
If I'd have hit him with dynamite, body go into fight or flight, I'm a take it up, and rip it up, and go
You can never be me, you can't even be you
I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes
You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true
I don't wanna be you
Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you
You can never be me, you can't even be you
I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes
You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true
I don't wanna be you
Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you
Peanut butter colour, got the feet up on 'em
Sipping on a Pina Colada, 'til I feel like I'm on a teeter totter
Needa Peter Parker my city, we heat up on 'em
A lotta motherfuckers see me as a problem, but they never wanna get competitive, wussup
They all suck, they ain't ready for combat, nah
Fall back, I was living so broke, travelling the road for fifty bucks a show
You motherfuckers never struggled, you wannabe nothing but a crab in the bucket
I'm doubling profit, you motherfuckers will plummet
I promise I mean what I say
That goes for anybody who wanna fabricate their name for a little bit of fame, real talk
It's that 44 caliber, Willy Mays with a bat, ninth inning, one strike left in 'em
Billy Bob, red dot, resurrected from smoke
Found a way to be the prodigal part of me, but I'm coming in like Geronimo, no more tripping, I'm living and not middle man benefit from an independent grind
Watch me climb as I depend on myself, let's go
You can never be me, you can't even be you
I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes
You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true
I don't wanna be you
Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you
You can never be me, you can't even be you
I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes
You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true
I don't wanna be you
Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you
Writer(s): Ryan Cavanagh
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