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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Mortez Wiley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rashad Gray
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Ayo poet
Keep it a buck with these niggas
Aight
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I ain't never really fuck with ya
How a nigga tryna get a buck with ya
Niggas say they yo friend they ain't tryna come up with ya
You a fan taking pictures bitch nigga never was really with us
On the outside nigga be chilling
On the inside hater got ya feelings
Poet put you on some realness
I'm assassin with the pen
Damn homie cutting verses
Now I'm sending all these curses
Yeah yeah
Now I'm sending all these curses
Tell me nigga was it worth it
Tell me nigga am I worthless
Put in the plan its written in cursive
They ain't understanding me tho
Talking no walking just like you a walkman
Understand it's vanity ho yeah yeah
Under stand that it's vanity
You endangered like a manatee
I go crazy like a fantasy yeah
I go crazy like
Two recluses so exclusive
When they be caught in the public eye
Yes I'm the type
I been up all night I put up a fight
Two Jabs to ya throat
Know poet gotta get it that's the goal
Man you know murder she wrote
Keep it a buck with me
You do not mess with me
You just been tripping not catching you touching me
I been a pessimist oh that's the lesser me
Never learn lesson me God be adjusting me
Never a pacifist you can have both my fist
I just be asking if you want the smoke with this
All in yo station when you come approaching this
Best come correct cause you'll really go ghost with this
Best come correct cause you'll really go ghost with this
Poet be Gemini toting this Taurus trick
Oh little bear I'm eating yo porridge trick
I'm outchea chilling I'm killing the track
I'm calling it poetry I am important slap the informant no weapon forming
Cause global warming all from performance
All for the garnish Pop in the morning
Oust the forgiveness no time for ya mourning
Watch yo position no time for a warning
Hop in the picture I'll rock all the armies
Keep it a buck tell you the truth you not keeping it up
That what it is it ain't is what it was
I should've seen what it was from the jump
Keep it a bean I'm gon hit you with pump
Keep it a bean I'm beam you right up
Head on the dotty I cause kamikaze
Now call on yo mommy I go get the shotty
And hide all the bodies
Writer(s): Jeremy Wiley
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