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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haas Almxhdi
Producer
Chris Deroux
Recording Engineer
Patrick Viala
Mixing Engineer
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Hatemail by the boxes, I received thousands
Pink champagne spilled over cream couches
Leanin' is by the splatter, I'ma scheme houses
They booked the gangsters versus the weirdos, gave your team blouses
Haters can be around us, some sharp as TV announces
Niggas wanna see me contest, prefer that you meet me out this
What makes you think you fly? Hide these cheesy outfits
Get you on no easy vouchеrs, this tool is between these couchеs
I was frozy born, dog if I'm lyin', give up my Rollie arm
Due paper with COTI form, new neighbors on nosey longs
I'm lappin' all competition, y'all niggas owe me some
Be sure to execute, when you shoot, don't and the moments gone
Killin' shit in a cycle made me out a psycho
Boom, Godzilla top villain, Mercedes title Nitro
Prolific hit writer, your idol might know
Talkin' slick and get your shit wired, a rival lightshow
You ordinary, never settle for the average life
Middle of the slums, money make your paradise
Nothin' new, you see me with it now, I had it twice
Onyx AMG, free stash, MAC device
Chillin', I done found success, now you never stop the feelin'
Used to see me down, now I'm up top billin'
Slidin' through your town, prolly down, drop the ceilin'
Hey, everybody cool, I'll be the villain
Yo, Cartier loops and new deposits
Dickhead, you play stupid games, win stupid prizes
Growin' up we had the foulest examples, the supervisors
The work I put in ground level improves horizons
No need for views and highsight, I used the binoculars
Like flies, sometimes you gotta step-back like Luca Dončić
I was fallin' down, I might have set back, abuse of conscience
Nosey bitches got my name in they mouth, I'm used to toncils
Movin' different still, the only chesspiece on a checkerboard
Legend saw it, I ain't humbled by nothin' except the Lord
These times are rough, gotta have the aggression for it
When niggas see a dead body and press record
You leakin' shit, meet the lethal injection calls
How you gon' stop the Blitz? Be it protection solved
I'm eatin' good, always room for an extra course
Suckers close, everywhere I'm at gotta be sectioned off, nigga
You ordinary, never settle for the average life
Middle of the slums, money make your paradise
Nothin' new, you see me with it now, I had it twice
Onyx AMG, free stash, MAC device
Chillin', I done found success, now you never stop the feelin'
Used to see me down, now I'm up top billin'
Slidin' through your town, prolly down, drop the ceilin'
Hey, everybody cool, I'll be the villain
Writer(s): Josue N. Ortiz Salazar, Richard L Johns, Hussayn Ar-jami Al-mahdi, Christopher Lloyd
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