Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
We up in the late night stu
But I'm wit my dudes
The mark of the beast
We Rolling 6 deep
She creep like a sheep
But I'm the black king
Half of them Sleep
I'm smoking top shelf
I'm high call Me Jeff
Mixing the pack we call it pit Shepard
Your man's isn't equip
I'm I'm flipping the town
Keep pushing tell runners keep Looking
Hooking the bait yes I'm assuring
I'm grinding cause my life been fuck Up
You know I'm working all night
Don't put up a fight
It's takeoff on sight
I'll end wit a bang
For mine yea that's gang
Yea
I said I'll end wit a bang
For mine yea that's gang
I'm the apex of the C wit that raptor On my side
Like 123 or ABC's I'm really here wit My slimes
We never fold bout a dime not even Close to my prime
Like the switch of a clock they all Switch on time
Just want to spit a few rhymes I'm Never straight can't walk that line
I'm from va where the creeps and Freaks
Never sleep just hunt the weak
I stand up it's time to speak for my Peps
I got a plan to get us out of the heat
Like road runner we going to haul to the Jeep
A 6 door never scene losing 12 for Dat cream
My damn credit isn't straight
They don't teach us bout debt
Can't live in peace
They steady hunting for my cheese
Like Dr Sebi I'm greeting the woke
My anxiety racing I'm steady fighting These nerves
I been round this shit I got to walk with a limp
Some of these niggas think they crip
I tell all these niggas go ahead and Jump ship
But don't forget the blue slip
A nominee yea that's me
The city council is fucked
We need someone to step up
I'll fill the shoes for a while
It's getting cozy yet wild
But I won't fold nor I can't go
Yea
But I won't fold nor I can't go
Writer(s): Isaiah Smith
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