Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcus Ariah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Ariah
Composer
Lyrics
World in the grip of my hands
Ima give back to brick city
For youngin's that couldn't get back to they fam
Ima get back to the city
To show what it's like to fall off and then land
I won't show off
'Til my niggas could show it off with me
And get to the bands
And that is the plan
Aye
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype, aye
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
Got a solution for yappin'
If you goin broke gotta put you in rice
Couple of women was talkin too hot in New Jersey
I put 'em on ice
Could've been in my center of attention
But now it's Prudential right there with the whites
Red black white
She wanna act like a devil
But sellin' my soul never matched with the price
Hard to be up by yourself
When you buildin' you can't be afraid of the height
4, 5, 6
Shootin' the block if I can't get it back
When I'm rollin the dice
Aye
Said I won't brag and I might
Jersey but feel like I'm Harlem
The way that the weight on my back gettin' light
Ever since niggas done told me I got all the time
I don't take no advice
And gimme a jawn with some melanin
Key part about me they really the type
This really my life
I don't look up to a hand
I just look forward to planting a seed for the homies
And growin' the brand
So used to heat I won't notice if you leave my life
I do not need a fan
I look no more at the numbers unless it's a money sign
Next to the grands
And that is the plan
Aye
We are not jackin the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
Aye
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype, aye
We are not jackin' the hype
Aye
Now that I know that I'm chose
Respectfully I aint respectin a nigga who crib isn't matchin' the clothes
Come get you a nigga that get it
And touch up ya hair and ya fingers and toes
These niggas too sassy and proud
Stop ruinin' shit for the niggas with hoes
Wipe his nose
See my resolution was stay on the path
If you doubted I'm leavin' you home
And she want a part of my spirit
I told her be easy it come with a toll
I thought that she wanted my foot on her face
When she told me she wanted my soul
Still keep a scale at the crib
For the weight that I carry to reach any goals
Touchin' on green on the daily
I lost any time to give in to the trolls
I been a model in jersey
For niggas who hustle not niggas who pose
Street niggas go out and get it
Stop claimin' you thuggin' if you need a loan
So leave me alone
Again
I don't look up to a hand
I got a little too quiet
Cause shit niggas cookin' had gotten too bland
I see the limited liable company
Growin' and makin demands
I know the city gon see who the realest eventually
Make him the man
And that is the plan
Aye
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype, aye
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype, aye
We are not jackin' the hype
We are not jackin' the hype
Jersey nigga be rappin' rappin'
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