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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Songwriter
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaves
Swaves
Producer
MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
Mixing Engineer
Black Element Recording StudiosHampton VA
Black Element Recording StudiosHampton VA
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Why the people that I love give me love with conditions I'm there for everybody, but I need that love I'm missin Was born alone in this concrete jungle Learned early that you can't have one street hustle Niggas know I been givin' my everything to this shit I been the underdog since I came into this shit And I ain't trippin' on those who sleepin But to those I'm reachin', they treat it like the Holy Ghost I'm preachin Clean the whip on Saturday, and I boast that weekend Lil niggas who bite my style hope you choke from teethin I'm the GOAT, believe it, and dope enough to prove it Can't put nothin' between it, anything less is foolish My future shine so bright like I just left the jeweler We might got the same whip, but guess who's newer Guess who do everything they said they could've I capitalize on the mistakes that I think you should've Nigga, I had bags under my eyes last week Nigga, from lack of sleep, I gots to eat My competition obsolete, they ops to me Niggas jealous, but in person, they give props to me They not elite, wishin' they could stop a G In my own lane, they wonder how I got my seat I stay persistent, and I move at my own pace A shot of Dusse' and some O.J., probably vibin' to old Jay When she start snappin', I just laugh in that hoe face One split second, then I'm back to my old ways Your weight start to grow, then you start seein' more pay Sorta like the intersection, workin' them four ways She please me, but she tease me, talkin' bout some foreplay You know I'm cold enough to rock a North Face on a warm day I stick to the script while you do what them songs say Headed to the top and plannin' for a long stay Niggas say I'm the one with the fire, homie I be havin' long days, got people relyin' on me Bitches wanna be in my skin, so they just spyin' on me I respond with the truth, if she start lyin' on me Ain't even tryin', homie, man, I do it with ease For you niggas who think you nice, just prove it to GEE$ I know niggas that'll pull it and squeeze Bad boy shooters like Shyne, after the bid, move to Belize Window slightly cracked, take a while, guess who it be All about the dollar sign, like I move with a fee Thirty-six zips, nigga, then you movin' a key The waviest in the beach like I'm movin' the sea Peep the pictures that I'm paintin' when they threw on the beat Why your love turn to hate when you threw it to me I wanna know
Writer(s): Gerald Sheppard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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