Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Goulla
Songwriter
Lyrics
If I'ma call for anything, I'ma call it how I see it
Couldn't teach how to be me even if you were collegiate
The demons that I be with capable of swallow semen
Playin' with no defense ain't no one I can't compete with
Speak in psychedelic, this shit hittin' like crack
And if your bitch sees this, there ain't no gettin' her back
Fuck up your villages and pillaged up the government hypocrites
Findin' bliss within the ignorance inspiration in little shit
The status legitimate, get to smackin' your little kids
Your range is soundin' limited, my shit like Kris Middleton
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh uh huh
I feel elated, livin' tip top, plus I'm liberated
Got some ounces in a zip lock I want to be sedated, yeah
What's the price of bein' lit, they sell their life for this shit
Another year, they'll probably say that they been tight with the kid
You risk your life for a sniff, and spend your time with a bitch
Who just needs someone to cry on and provide for her kid
It ain't your time, complex, don't got what it takes
It's a mindset thing, they don't want to be great
Flirted with hypergamy, Life's a bitch I married the game
Be assertive, I see the bitch remain in your vein
Standin' way too close, watch out where they aiming the blame
Yeah, and got to find the ways to maintain
Writer(s): Jordan Goulla
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