Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Keyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEDES
Producer
Lyrics
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none
Hit you with a mass bombing like it's 2001
Yeah
Yeah, in the back dawg they
Smoking on indica
All my other homies on the side
Straight dealing up in the cut
Sure you,
Sure you cannot hide
Out in the 705
And I wasn't truly listening
I tell em "oh my"
Why they do it?
Why they do it
Now they calling me arrogant
Till my verse go fuckin' drop
And they got hands in the air again
Good samaritan
Whip like Harrison
Now bump my shit
Smoke asparagus
Proud of heritage
Pop that claritin
Nose stuffed tearin em
Snap like terrapin
Ou
Been on my shit for a minute
But I gon keep the left foot down
Because my right one can't pivot
Saying I'm a mental midget
Baby I'll capture them digits
Couldn't charge shit for my tickets
Then my whole crowd would be crickets
None of my friends would come visit
Maybe they jus reached the limit
Maybe that girl think I'm finished
Maybe I'll whaler' like Plymouth
Chasing the bag I will never be
21 losing my memory
Don't want a crib in the Beverly's
That would be draining my energy
Nobody see the next century
Write like I'm in penitentiary
Cell mate gon make an exemplary
Die in a cage with no empathy
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none
Hit you with a mass bombing like it's 2001
Yeah
Yeah, in the back dawg they
Smoking on indica
All my other homies on the side
Straight dealing up in the cut
Sure you,
Sure you cannot hide
Out in the 705
And I wasn't truly listening
I tell em "oh my"
Why they do it?
Why they do it
Now they calling me arrogant
Till my verse go fuckin' drop
And they got hands in the air again
Me and you dawg?
Too similar
Look at me wrong,
He'll finish ya
Got a hit man, like Lineker
Top bins, skull crushed sinister
JT ain't my minister
Used to forge moms signature
Back when I had visitors
Back when we ain't listeners
Locked in homes perimeters
Fire on all cylinders
No I won't solicit her
Ain't been locked up prisoner
But I still damn kissin her
Hair so soft conditioner
She want meds, practitioner
Clarkey my commissioner
Can not walk around with a full clip
All my damn groups spin on that bull shit
Givin me a handy right in her tool kit
Got my brothers dripping in the cool fit
We ain't got kills my guy that's a crew myth
Fuck around too much meet that gruel grit
Smack him in the beak man, what a fuckin cruel hit
Me and my brethren's got them ghouls lit
Ya can't blame me that's the rules kid
Come in to my city if you wanna see a true skid
Kids nowadays jus smoke that fuel shit
Out like a farmer slipped in the mule pit
Call you out then all them fools split
Men go cheat to taste a new chick
Ain't respectful they been through shit
Then they cheat to ride a new dick
He was throwing fists like Fury
Throwing in a flurry
And he's spitting in a hurry
Man I used to worry
That you wouldn't think I'm worthy
Then my mind went dirty
And my legs stood sturdy
I wasn't no Phil being calm for birdies
Think it's Saul Goodman? nah no attorney
I don't understand how I got all these jerseys
Whip downtown gon' zip past The Verdi
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none
Hit you with a mass bombing like it's 2001
Yeah
Yeah, in the back dawg they
Smoking on indica
All my other homies on the side
Straight dealing up in the cut
Sure you,
Sure you cannot hide
Out in the 705
And I wasn't truly listening
I tell em "oh my"
Why they do it?
Why they do it
Now they calling me arrogant
Till my verse go fuckin' drop
And they got hands in the air again
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira
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