Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Callon B. Nanny
Callon B. Nanny
Songwriter
Alphonso Ray
Alphonso Ray
Songwriter
Braishaun Davis
Braishaun Davis
Songwriter
Jaron Higgins
Jaron Higgins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JaronOnTheBeat
JaronOnTheBeat
Producer

Lyrics

Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping Keeping it one hundred Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping Keeping it one hundred Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming Honky from the southside this shit musty Trailer park trash i would crash with the junky's Dead head homies hadda put em on culture Red neck homies hadda put em on kosher ha I'm fuck around get every body lit Fast life livin like every day lent Check list big ain't makin no dents Check just hit but it's already spent I ain't tryna flex life worth livin worse livin in debt Lookin at my options man shit is grotesque Got it out the dirt I ain't sit at no desk No rest for the wicked Foot on they necks won't let me get friendly Just touched down home town in a frenzy I was in a pinch hadda pinch those pennys Gotta get it how I live it And that's by any means I smelled the coffee n had an epiphany All of my struggles in life would condition me All of these puzzles a piece of divinity uh Good fella always tryna do better Only one B you needa find a new letter Me n my gang finna take it to a new level Hang in the jungle an Im feelin like Doolittle Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping Keeping it one hundred Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping Keeping it one hundred Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming Ugh! Aye! Linked up with Callon We makin hits like a nail and a mallet Sakurai, I need the ultimate challenge How you expect me to beat out the talent? They say the king kinda basic, I doubt it When everything I end up making astounding And any time I drop a verse I get hounded for features My gmail stay overcrowded Ugh Bitch I'm a rap star Might be a track star, I overlap y'all Y'all better back off, pull it like Black Ops Black on any and everything that they pass off, pass on message to homies It's love but I snap and I'm wiping out shit like I'm Tony Y'all tracks Kimimaro, ya shit lookin bony Be phoning the plan but damn You moving phony It's crazy Baka get love from the state R-Dub on the way I rub in ya face They deafen cause you don't got nothin to say Claim motion but yo crew running in place They fuck with the gang It's up for ya lane Finna take off like up, up, and away Think not? Think Kim How we dumpin the K Can't fuck with the Bee Can't fuck with Sivade Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping Keeping it one hundred Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping Keeping it one hundred Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
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