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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Isaiah-Ross Weaver
Micah Isaiah-Ross Weaver
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zay Carter
Zay Carter
Producer

Lyrics

Yo shouts to Paul Producer P baby J. Mo, Slatty, Alico, Marlee, Malik, Trace, CoPilot Y'all fools for this one My British bloak sent me ear candy Straight hits for the soul Locked up, set up, I'm so ready to go Sitting in the car, waiting outside of the sto Waiting for a baddie, who claims that she wants it mo Ha So Funny how life can happen I could never imagine me chilling eating some salmon Always thought I would be street bound, hustler A savage Now I'm cruising the Sentra, and manning it like a captain Every day is a blessing, counting all of my bene(s) (benefits) Dior, rose, Perion, with the henny Anybody want i got it just come and get me You'll find me in the studio putting blows to the kidney I used to want a world tour, with my contour I was planning bout, dreaming bout it Learning from the goats Now I'm thinking bout taking the city over I started from a iPod, to desktop Doing it all remote It's so hard to emote Clicking through these Channels like buttons on the remote People thinking I'm crazy It's judgment When they address me Bitches should stop guessing Life can get so messy Grew up how I grew up Then raise your hands if you get me Music is an obsession The booth I'm in's like a chapel I'm constantly here confessing Now back to who I'm addressing Niggas think they the best But the darkness is so distressing All they do is depressing Everyone stay digressing Smile more, laugh more Stop doing all that suppressing I stay in the hidden valley All Sauced up, bossed up Carrots, with the dip on my side Baby call me ranch dressing Slick shits what I got for you Family by my side, know forever that I would die for you Know that in my deepest heart I'll always have a shot or two For niggas running mouths thinking Faking is what I'm bout to do Fuck with me then you maggot food Grew up in the north side, of the dirty southern south Central Texas forever, you know im Bout to run my mouth Bold, brass, and proud Pioneer of the south Know that Waco born and raised me I'm forever well endowed Ahh I've always been just a clown If I did this shit just for clout Then Id never have made it out Check my peers that I grew around and the People I grew beside, it's just physics What happens when egos get to big and collide Stars all in my eyes, put my soul into practice And made myself to apply, all the knowledge I Stumbled on all the facts they provide Let me know I'm the one I'll forever be certified Belief is what gives me life Giving up on myself Man My momma'd be mortified Gotta stay dignified Do this shit for my uncles, aunties and Grammy gram My brothers rising behind me Make sure that he understands It's was all Gods plan Manhood, work, success, yo it's all on brand Listen real close you'll hear the vocals of a man That's putting his all into reaping all that's he's sowed Listen closer, you'll hear the heartbeat of the Co'
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