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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cassper Nyovest
Cassper Nyovest
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Gilbert Kamoto
Ben Gilbert Kamoto
Composer
Refiloe Phoolo
Refiloe Phoolo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gemini Major
Gemini Major
Producer

Lyrics

Time goes by so fast man (Yeah yeah) Ten years makin' hits for y'all Still feels like we liftin' off It's Lebron showin' off Blisters or poets ain't safe for home I find myself talkin' Greece up in Mykonos It's different for niggas like me Who had to get it from soil as fertile as concrete But yo, we did it though Might not talk it but we live it though I find myself thinkin' of quitin' 'cause I don't know if the stress is worth the millions Mr Nyovest is in the buildin' He came in a fleet Yeah we stack it every day of the week And as far as accolades, I'm a beast And I don't even think deep of it I got a whole lot of money All these niggas tryna do is get a piece of it Success, I'm at the peak of it (Peak of it) Name a stand I ain't a leader in Don't worry, I'll wait Man, you ain't rich if you countin' money (Money) They know they can't get to me that's why they go for basadi bame And it's all in HD when Jabu shoots and you see the lenses Very proud I made it to a coupe from a BMX Very clutch, it's a alley-oop then you see the net Izinja ze life, hay' abo Snoop nabo DMX Grew to see Peter Pan Groupies scream when they see the man I get my money in four ways, I could see the squares (Haha) Full circle for the purple I turn to Stephen from Steve Urkel Don't ever cross the church dude I might hurt you, search you Watch full of water, I get thirstful I'm givin' y'all a curfew It ain't safe after ten (Uh) Woza lana, (Oh shit damn) Woza lana (What the fuck? Yeah) (What the fuck?) (What the fuck?) (Ooh shit) (Ayy, ayy) I been on my shit yeah-yeah (Yeah) She look super uber, I gave her a lift yeah-yeah (Woza lana) She said I got a gift yeah-yeah So she went abracadabra on the dick yeah-yeah (Hey) I'm tryna be a better man (Better man, better man) I don't fuck with the shenanigans I spit a sixteen then ke bula sekele (Sekele) Man there's nothin' you can tell to me (Okay) I mean, eighty thousand hours, seven hundred and a couple change Now I got 'em sour 'cause my wrist is doin' somethin' strange (Yeah) Diamonds dancin' like they Toss (Ooh) Pause, diamonds dancin' like a thot (Iyoh) Uber models through white house, I am really him Hirayamas over white girls, my opinion Billiato movin' out the shelf, shit is brilliant Can't wait to see their faces when I sell it for a billion (Yeah, yeah) Uh, I Mayweather with the cheque (Yeah, yeah) Edwin Sodi with the black book, uh (Yeah, yeah) Nigga ai't nobody safe I ain't perfect but I'm paid They be askin "Who am I" like they singing Beenie Man I went broke a couple times but you never see me stressed Don't got time to go on dates, I just wanna see these racks I be in and out the bank like I work for VBS, uh (Oh shit) And I pay for BBL's (Yeah, bitch) If you need one, hit me back (Oh shit) Nigga ain't nobody safe (Yeah, bitch) I ain't perfect but I'm paid (Okay) (Okay shit) (Okay shit) (Okay shit) (What the fuck?) (What the fuck?) (What the fuck?) (What the fuck?) (What the fuck?) Yeah
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