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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Alistair Abrams
Songwriter
Matthew Bartolo Moleta
Songwriter
Chris Rojas
Songwriter
Demetrius Rondale Jackson Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hey
Damn
Damn
Wake up time to my bread up
Ain't no time to wait around (wait around)
Tell me baby if you really love me you 'gon hold it down (hold it down)
On my way I'll scoop you yeah I'm posted on your side of town (side of town)
Yeah, said I'm posted on your side of town
Wake up time to my bread up
Ain't no time to wait around (wait around)
Tell me baby if you really love me you 'gon hold it down (hold it down)
On my way I'll scoop you yeah I'm posted on your side of town (side of town)
Yeah, said I'm posted on your
Step on the scene when you see me you can tell
I can't just fuck around with anyone foreal
Patient to a certain extent but tell me the deal
The picture isn't clear
The walls are closing in
So where should I begin?
From broken child to a man
Or when I fucked her in a benz lost my virginity in there
It's kinda funny to be real I just sit here and still reflect
Not even flexing yeah it's Benjamin I thought that they could tell
Had to rearrange the stars before I pondered 'bout amends
Because what happened shifted how I think and where I really stand
The roots beneath keep me grounded this day is I just where land
Stand adjacent to this microphone overhead a still fan
And if shit hits the fan brody I ain't got no plan (facts)
Then I ain't no plan
Fuck it I might do my dance (do my dance)
Yeah, I'm tryna fly you out to France (right out to France)
Yeah, go ahead and bring your friend (bring your friend)
But no she cannot bring her mans
No, said she cannot bring her mans
Damn, wait
Aye, I said
Wake up time to my bread up
Ain't no time to wait around (wait around)
Tell me baby if you really love me you 'gon hold it down (hold it down)
On my way I'll scoop you yeah I'm posted on your side of town (side of town)
Yeah, said I'm posted on your side of town
Wake up time to my bread up
Ain't no time to wait around (wait around)
Tell me baby if you really love me you 'gon hold it down (hold it down)
On my way I'll scoop you yeah I'm posted on your side of town (side of town)
Yeah, said I'm posted on your
Yo
They wanna discredit me 'cause I rap better then 'em
I drip in Celine and I rock better denim
I might say certain things and I know you don't feel 'em
But just tell me one thing
Who get you wetter den 'em
Ugh, who get you wetter den 'em
Baby just tell me one thing
I really like to drift off topic
When I really should stop it
But just tell me, who hitting it like me?
It really couldn't be
Ugh, it's some shit you shouldn't see
Ugh, sometimes I drift off in the breeze
In thousand dollar tees
Ugh, 40 sitting on my seat ugh
And shorty sitting on my seat
Who more tactical than me?
Who as practical as me?
Ugh, who get to acting up like me?
I'm skirting out the V
Playing jazzy R&B, ugh
You know we call it R&G
We call it R&G
You know we call it R&G
Ain't nobody harming me ugh
Writer(s): Benjamin Alistair Abrams, Chris Rojas, Demetrius Rondale Jackson Jr., Matthew Bartolo Moleta
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