Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chubby Checker
Songwriter
Kaleb Ross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
k-ro
Producer
Lyrics
Turn my headphones up
I just doubled down
So I went all-in
Do I got a lot to lose or I got a lot to win?
I'm confused
Drop a couple thousand every quarter just for school
Say they educate you, tryna' give you all the tools
But the price on my head got me feeling like a fool
So I'm here to make a change, tryna' break the rules
I'm on my zen mode, this is my attitude
I'm so high, y'all can't even reach my latitude
Cage full of sheep, I'm just munching on some rabbit food
Keep a couple karats just to flex that I'm the richest slave
And I'm still young, yeah, I'm tryna' find a different way
Give it five years, bet the family gon' be gettin' paid
Hit a audible, like we 'bout to run a different play
On my Eminem
Boy you know I never been afraid
Yeah, you know I always been the one to grind
Ain't scared of heights, you know I always been the one to climb
Up them ladders that no other people wanna take
Guess I'm the little Black boy that they couldn't break
Give so much you would think I was a heart donor
In my city, streets named after slave owners
I could never be the one to fall flat
Know I'm always coming first, never tryna' come in last place
Bring it, bring it back to reality
Where everybody lose and my life is like a tragedy
'Cause factually, I be falling short of where I have to be
So I spit these verses so clean, it's like a masterpiece
They like, "K, you the voice of reason"
So I'm on a hustle, never taking off a season
So I'm on a hustle, never taking off a weekend
Fighting for my freedom, so I'm diving off the deep end
Yeah, I'm diving off the deep end
Tryna' face my fear of sinking
'Cause lately, I been schemin'
How to fight off all these demons
Yeah they coming every season
And I know they got they reasons
Tryna' tear my life to pieces
Did they know that I'ma genius?
No!
This is not a brag rap
This a backtrack of all the mad cap you see in trending hashtags
In the city, like it's Mad Max, had to bag back
They shot 'em in his snapback and dipped like it's Nasdaq
Woah!
Working on a payroll
Stacking up a bankroll
Tryna' stash a milli in the safe, so
Woah!
Working on a payroll
Stacking up a bankroll
Tryna' stash a milli in the safe, so
I know, having money isn't everything
But we know, we need money to buy anything
Back in LA
When I was on top of Hollywood Hills, all the millions I was eyeing
I'm searching real estate in the future, I'll be buying
Speak it into the world, so when it come it's not surprising
I wake up from the dream as I try to get inspired
Check out the vision board, all the plans I conspired
'Cause 2022 was the year I desired
With so many twos, it's like, how could I lose?
Dropped an album, built a business, all while I'm in school
And I'm still on the grind, that's just how I improve
I got different views
Yeah, I'm diving off the deep end
Tryna' face my fear of sinking
'Cause lately, I been schemin'
How to fight off all these demons
Yeah they coming every season
And I know they got they reasons
Tryna' tear my life to pieces
Did they know that I'ma genius?
No!
This is not a brag rap
This a backtrack of all the mad cap you see in trending hashtags
In the city, like it's Mad Max, had to bag back
They shot 'em in his snapback and dipped like it's Nasdaq
Woah!
Working on a payroll
Stacking up a bankroll
Tryna' stash a milli in the safe, so
Woah!
Working on a payroll
Stacking up a bankroll
Tryna' stash a milli in the safe, so
Yo, let me hear that back
Writer(s): Kaleb Ross
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