Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Keyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEDES
Producer
Lyrics
Knew I needed love but I think value hate more
Who the hell are you dawg we ain't living on the same floor
Y'all just take advantage of me always trying to take more
High school had me tweaking I was fuckin' with the fake whores
They don't ever let em try and see her chest
So she's opening her flap like it's DRS
Horny men been fuckin' dreaming jus to be her dress
That's the only way that they would ever feel her breast
My ex lying (lion) now we call her Matt Stafford
Oh she damn crying cause I know that cats plastered
Austin Powers playing cause she loves the fat bastard
Make her fuckin' laugh because I'm knowing that's mastered
That's my recipe for disaster
Devils enemy for the pastor
She gon re establish when he ask her
He ain't interested so we blast her
Couldn't try to catch him motherfucker running faster
Saving up my money not to buy no condominium
College taught me all about the fuckin' equilibrium
Hit you like Team Rocket send your ass into oblivion
Then we hit the town sit down puff on lithium
Kickin in the Lambo like I'm Urban
Cheating in the bar he had straight one too many bourbon
Blows right to the head i've seen them throwing like Andrade
They don't ever pull up cause the boys got an entourage
Shoutout Pocketino
I struggle, how could he know?
Dishing me the fifa points,
We keep it on the D-Low
Looking at the boy I know you thinking
How can he flow?
Throwin kicks like Chito
Call me Tyreek I'm a cheat code
This ain't shit that he wrote
Cause we puffing on this gino
He be out there trying to
Stack them racks like Benny Pino
Spitting off the script I switch it
Up like Tarantino
His fantasies latino
Girls who'll spit just like Carlito
Anxiety keep me humble when I make a big purchase
That lady doesn't fumble man, she flexin big purses
Deep down she feel worthless, it don't show on the surface
I'm trying to put a little purpose in my verses
And daddy I'm sorry
I said I wouldn't touch drugs
But now I smoke up in the house you
Built straight coughing up lungs
To the boys I laugh about it
Just to act like it's fun
But I know you expect more
From me that thought makes me numb
Like Tyson and Don King
My mind scraps on the interstate
Not like 'From Within' when
I would grill me on the dinner plate
See my arms you know I'm all about the fuckin'
Thinner weight
When she call me over I be all up in her inner gate
Chilling back at my place
That's where you caught your nana
Know that I'm a crazy one
Because my moms bananas
Throwback to the day where I
Would wear a pawned bandana
My character development
Level with John Gabbana
Chewing on some gum for her
I'm jus tryna comfort her
Laying on the comforter
Now I'm trying to come for her
See a girl who's flaunting
And I know dudes who would run for her
Beggars can't be choosers and he know
That it'd be dumb for her
Now she jus call me bitch though,
Throw those arms
And like take them up like Klitschko
For the men, that's some legendary shit though
For the chick, they just go back to the crib though
Apologies to Fritz though
Held him up for too long
Know he wanna spit so
We gon' make a new song
He don't lie for shit so
Took her to the futon
Inflation a shit show
Families need em' coupons
Then I throw out food that mama work for,
When I think about it I jus hurt more
See you eyeing up I wouldn't flirt whore
Take ya pick up line and hit the third door,
To the right and sorry bout the curve your
Nice and loud so I know you'd be heard more
I don't care about your damn concerns or
Any other sundress that your girl wore
You look for a fight like it's a world war
Girl you need to pray open the church door
He buy darts for cheap at the reserve store
My home town just honestly deserves more
Two year hiatus
Thank the lord I ain't famous
Cause there's something bout the greatness
They expect that makes me anxious
Unless I hit motherload
I'll never sell my soul away
Talking generational wealth
That takes your goals away
I just keep evolving and I will
Until they notice
Don't care for a legion
That would follow with hypnosis
Ones that'd go attack
If I just told them to do that
Next time that you hear me
I'll be ripping the boom bap
Shit is already in progress
Surely you knew that
My mind waking up and asking
"Yo where the booth at?"
Know that if I have success I'll
Never go flex mine
Shit is just the start
But I'ma leave it till next time
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira
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