Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ja’Milleun Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Do no stopping at the light we ain't going like Pac
I feel like Tunechi it ain't your business what pouring in this pop
My vision blurry mind alert I'm having lucid thoughts
Plotting on renovating my hood and buying the fam a house
Been had the plan for a minute tryna put it on a platter
Watch the ones you got close to you when you climbing the ladder
Words from the wise
I soaked it in
These my bros not no friends
Who said you had to be a gangsta to stand on that bizz a scared nikka I'll do it to ya you better duck your wig
Meditation and medication what's keeping me calm I lost my soldier to some pussies that shii made me numb
It take time to heal a wound I ain't fully recovered
My granny left on Christmas Night it get cold in December could give a fuck about what you bang it don't shiver my timbers
Nikka you bleed just how i bleed don't forget that shit rather be judged then carried I won't leave the blick
Cause when i look up in the mirror I see a rising star how you riding behind Tint and thats in every car
64 With the candy paint School got em some nasty lane switching the paint dripping while he floating in traffic
Never tried to per-tray a image I remained myself I'm in the kitchen cutting onions I feel like a chef
Weigh it up and break it down you know how that go It's enough room on the court for everybody to score
And if you on that hating timing don't even come near me shawty you in a hell cat this ain't no fuckn kitty
If yeen tryna run that paper up then why you living Im locked in them gunnas they tell me I'm gifted
Want me leave the trap alone and take rapping serious my brother looked me in my eyes told me I'm the Mill ticket
Pops was nice with the mic rapping came with ease my paw paw used to serve feens trapping in my genes
Im fulla za eyes on Chinese looking like Yao Ming 187 a murder scene you can't duck a beam
Plus I got limitless I'll pull this this bx from anywhere you think that slimey shii cool I hope you get the chair
We in drought on loyalty I hate that real is rare how dare you put your hand out when I was broke you ain't care
Im only giving out the love that's giving to me
greasing them glrds every week ain't no jamming on me
Let's make the world trill again hop on this wave with me ion trust as far as I can see If we being G
I'm one of God's favorites it's clear he took his time with me imma need 500 or better thinking about signing me
Writer(s): Ja’milleun Wilson
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