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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cocoa
Performer
Nate 808
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Green
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Cocoa
Recording Engineer
Tago
Producer
Nate 808
Producer
Ryan Baer
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
I don't want violence I want peace, on God
But I gotta 30 clip on me, of course
I gotta brand new piece of steel and it's stainless
Cause the world we live in, it get dangerous, better stay on guard
Better know your role, when it's your turn you gotta play your part
Put it on the table only way you learn to play your cards
So I bet it all on myself, every time I'm playing large
Cause I got power in my words, I make my own reward
Lately I been feeling like I'm chosen
By this time next year everything I touch just might be golden
By this time next year everything on my neck just might be frozen
Tryna keep this drip inside I slip and slide can't hold it in
I ain't gon lie, I been feeling like the man again
I couldn't wait until them bands was in my hand again
I had fell off, but I bounce right back, look how I land again
They see me winning, here they come they wanna be friends again
That's why I swerve
Them bitches really got some nerve huh?
Fuck what you heard
I think I must've struck a nerve
I hit my drift and then I swerve
No competition I'm in first huh
Fuck what you heard
I got that number one reserved
I'm really with it, I can see the vision
I'm bound to get it, I can feel it that's my intuition
I'm tryna break a hundred thou down, and save a million
They call me Johnny feel like Bobby just a new edition
Lately I been feeling like I'm chosen
By this time next year everything I touch just might be golden
By this time next year everything on my neck just might be frozen
Tryna keep this drip inside, I slip and slide can't hold it in
Ima go retarded til my family we know we made it out
Right or wrong regardless, behind mine I'm ready to bang it out
I checked the market I'm hardest I ain't got no doubts
I move the smartest tryna navigate this paper route
That's why I swerve
Them bitches really got some nerve
Fuck what you heard
I think I must've struck a nerve
I hit my drift and then I swerve
No competition I'm in first
Fuck what you heard
I got that number one reserved
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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