Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan McClung
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye, Jesus he did it back at it again
Aye, go tell a friend
Been minding my business I'm back on the Vision
Speaking up less gotta listen
Left foot, right foot, one two, huh
Soon they got copy my style, what?
Got fam on side to side, why would I front?
Tell the devil pipe down, get smoked like- hey
The hands is on the hip, now would I draw?
The hands I keep in front in case I fall
The plans I keep 'em rolling, 'cause I ball
Cover up my eyes and pose like Kaws
Tryna get next to you side
Text that two times
Out the way like Massachusetts
Passenger yeah thats the cool side
Hop in traffic Holy Ghost coupe ah
I'm in AZ, not Tucson (Tucson)
Diamonds on the neck, not the tooth
I want panoramic on the roof
I can't take away the love, made a truce ah
Flight to see my homie, on it
Catch me all up in traffic, rolling (skrrrt)
Profe' my style (get it)
Cat scratch on my brow (quit it)
I need God I admit admit it
I lift my hands when I'm deep up in it
This a punch in freestyle not written
Didn't need the pen to put the ink in it
The devil look and say he finished
Just look at my wrist and I know that I'm winning
Jesus all up in the kitchen
Holy Ghost cooking, the Father just grinning
Wanting vengeance I'm like Batman (Batman)
I'm free from sin and I can't go back man
Talk too cool like blas' fam (aye!)
Having that motor mouth get you a backhand
Huh? Get you a back hand
Aye, hold that take I'm going back in, okay
The brass on the beat make you march, march
If I go say imma start, I start
Ain't no rap, just art, art
You know we got love if you start my car
Slow down now I gotta speed it up
I don't care cousin I don't fiend enough
I would scroll, but protect my peace too much
I'd be a fool to let comparison eat it up
I would stress but I'm not in need enough
Stepping out the boat, the water deep enough?
In the mirror are the oppas keeping up?
Thats a negatory, homie really tough
Homie really tough (he tuff, tuff)
Aye this my first song with no hook
Still they sing along (so so so)
Name written in that book
So I'm ready when it's time to go go
I got designer on
Call the audible
Like the E.T. I gotta phone the home
Up early just to pray for all the folks
Till we reach the end, then I gotta go
Then I gotta go
Oh oh then I gotta go
Writer(s): Jordan Mcclung
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