Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wil Tucker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mizzle
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah,
Ain't matchin' my energy
I'm raisin' my whole vibration these bitches ain't matchin' my energy
I pack a fid in my blunt
The green it just fill me with lethargy
Keep it pushin', I'll wait for my time
I know it's gon' happen, it's meant to be
(Yeah)
Respectfully told that bitch measure me
She need me nearby like basic amenities
My bro got too greedy, he rich, but still sellin' trees
It ain't worth it, a waste of them lawyer fees
Blood in Dongguan but only speak gwapanese
All my goals is connected like Siamese
Gon' make millions, I manifest all my dreams
Say I won't sell out a show, guess we'll have to see
It feel like I'm shootin' full court
It's a risk, hope I don't fall short
Spin like Tatum, make his neck contort
Keep on goin', won't stop like a horse
Countin' digits, need more, perform
Fuck an office, will not, conform
Independent, take over, by storm
No this ain't no regular Porsche
No this ain't no regular torque
Got the Bentley, fuck it cop the Jeep
And these is them ones you can't source
Money tall like the buildings, New York
Silver platter, yeah, silver forks
He talk, but don't know him, he ain't in my feed
Now with these bitch, watch out for the stork
13k, 24, tryna triple it
39k, fuck that, I want a million
Almost 19, man, I don't see a ceilin'
Every song they say I just keep on buildin'
Level up, can't put drank in my cup
Level up, I don't even want Bilson
Y'all is babies, you actin' like what?
Y'all is babies, you actin' like children
Find yourself keep on hatin', I'll still win
Find yourself you is lazy, ain't willin'
It's a race to the bag, I'm like Kylian
I don't want you, lil' bitch, I ain't feelin' it
You can't use me, no, I ain't your meal ticket
Hog the doink, takin' hits, I get real lifted
Told my bro, lose the gut that's from real sippage
Every day I step out and I'm real fitted
Yeah,
Ain't matchin' my energy
I'm raisin' my whole vibration these bitches ain't matchin' my energy
I pack a fid in my blunt
The green it just fill me with lethargy
Keep it pushin', I'll wait for my time
I know it's gon' happen, it's meant to be
(Yeah)
Respectfully told that bitch measure me
She need me nearby like basic amenities
My bro got too greedy, he rich, but still sellin' trees
It ain't worth it, a waste of them lawyer fees
Blood in Dongguan but only speak gwapanese
All my goals is connected like Siamese
Gon' make millions, I manifest all my dreams
Say I won't sell out a show, guess we'll have to see
Writer(s): Wil Tucker
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