Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Price
Jason Price
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Price
Jason Price
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Motswagole Amariah Jaziel (AMARI)
Motswagole Amariah Jaziel (AMARI)
Producer
Tyree Hawkins
Tyree Hawkins
Producer

Lyrics

I've been done with all these minor moves Eyes up on that S580 baby in China Blue My videos were just me and Ivan and now we hire crews Still moving quiet let my silence fill entire rooms Like what the fuck I really got to lose Outgrew Long Island but promise never forgot my roots Was lying like Mufasa but knew the rhymes would turn into truth Got me some ricotta to dine on pasta on top of roofs From vodka to Clase Azul Dimes laid up by the pool Dollars made while on the move I got to take this shit to the places the day ones always knew I stay away from all of that basic shit and maintain my cool I don't play to lose Champaign in flutes Handshaking groups Campaigning moves I'm still awake at noon I be up all night just writing about life like daily news And I be on these flights like why'd I ever try to take this route Yeah Shit could've been so simple Could've done West Palm But had to go and do Brickell Could've wrote less rhymes And did something more official Could've had a quiet life But knew I had to go bigger Yeah Man I knew I had to go bigger A lot of shit up on the line I'm turning all my guys to winners Yeah I've been turning vibes to digits Never play the side Whole team about to drive the distance My clothes were from Kohl's and now they're all from Seoul or Tokyo And fuck a catalog my shit's more like a portfolio I come right off a loss and spin that shit up into something gold Think my heart's too raw to ever be a shorty's Romeo Don't hold me though I've seen a lot of shit switch Walking through the fire Knowing you the one that lit this You looked me in my eyes and told me you could see the visions Then joined the list of ride or dies that never went and did shit I'm down to risk it Never scared of fresh starts Oyster bracelet smooth bezel sitting on the left arm I talked a big game but never really thought it'd get this far Fuck my own lane I went and parked and then I left the car It's my world now Watch it all work out Counting chicken in the condo call that shit the bird house The word's out baby watch 'em all learn now About to turn this shit into the life that deserve now Yeah Shit could've been so simple Could've done West Palm But had to go and do Brickell Could've wrote less rhymes And did something more official Could've had a quiet life But knew I had to go bigger Yeah Man I knew I had to go bigger A lot of shit up on the line I'm turning all my guys to winners Yeah I've been turning vibes to digits Never play the side Whole team about to drive the distance
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