Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Deneau
Songwriter
Justin Khan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Khan
Producer
Lyrics
Always wanna talk but ya never wanna listen
See me creeping through the night
Blunt in my mouth, in a flurry of that pistol whipping
Gripping grain switching lanes if you ain't friend or fam change ya fucking name
Treat you like a fucking corpse where you came
I see you side eyeing me, constantly
In between no property
Jealousy is knocking g, but you ain't gone answer me?
I just laugh as I stack the cream
I'm something like the harmony but the boy$ be streaming free no love or respect no honor see
Through the imposter out the smog the fog the marijuana see my clothes this shit it ain't designer all my foes stay broke while I'm resigning, anxiety knows I hate reclining.
Need to see dead prez while you brush it off we can go round for round if you want the smoke, watch ya smirk change as you've lost all hope
Something like baby bone, but just missing chromosomes
Suicide fills my dome, take the chrome down bring the smoke
All that talking though
Your family gone find your wig split hoe
Just come find though and bring that smoke
I need that shit like mother fucking dope
Writer(s): Nicholas Deneau
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