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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Academy
Performer
Brandon McDonald
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Magengelele
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon McDonald
Producer
Lyrics
McDonald, what's the recipe?
Energy low, called up my bitch
Tried to meet up
She didn't pitch
Got in the whip
Headed back home
I'm feeling
I'm on the phone
Talking to Liz, she kinda
Cannot assist
Cut off my hoes
Now I reminisce
But I guess no bitch worth all of this
All this money but I'm feeling upset
Got myself a bottle
It's the weekend
Energy low, called up my bitch
Tried to meet up
She didn't pitch
Got in the whip
Headed back home
I'm feeling sick (Sick, sick, sick)
I got the remedy
Jäeger in front of me
Ain't sipping wock
I got 14 by my side
If it's beef then I'm ready to rock
Thank God that we all here
Man, it's been a long year
Quit my job but it's all good
We still on top
Top of my industry
If you good then don't do it for free
I'm doing shows and I'm getting ovations
Why the fuck do I gotta get a degree?
My old boss wanna pay my school fees
Bitch ass, really ain't want me to leave
How are we going on tour overseas
And coming back to the hood?
Nigga please
I'm feeling sick (Sick, sick, sick)
Energy low, called up my bitch
Tried to meet up
She didn't pitch
Got in the whip
Headed back home
I'm on the phone (Hi)
Talking to Liz, she kinda
Cannot assist
Cut off my hoes
Now I reminisce
I'm feeling
Taking these pills
I'm breaking the seal
I'm tryna go up
In my city if you ain't selfish
You stay stuck
We opened the door for Vinny
He shut us out
Didn't give us a penny
So many niggas keep saying it
But I'm okay with it
That's how it goes
I'll never switch on my bros
I don't give a fuck if we ain't talking no more
Nigga we come from the streets
But they talk about Gaza
Like we ain't been fighting a war
If I die in the hood
They ain't making reports
I know death toll, I know life can be short
I know most of these niggas ain't going to court
I know that we can't leave everything to the Lord
I just had an episode
I just had a seizure
I don't need a doctor
I just need to buy a Beamer
Everyday I'm feeling low
I just need a placebo
Energy low, called up my bitch
Tried to meet up
She didn't pitch
Got in the whip
Headed back home
I'm feeling
I'm on the phone
Talking to Liz, she kinda
Cannot assist
Cut off my hoes
Now I reminisce
But I guess no bitch worth all of this
All this money but I'm feeling upset
Got myself a bottle
It's the weekend
Energy low, called up my bitch
Tried to meet up
She didn't pitch
Got in the whip
Headed back home
I'm feeling
(All this money but I'm feeling upset)
Headed back home
I'm feeling sick
(Got myself a bottle, it's the weekend)
Headed back home
I'm feeling (uh)
(All this money but I'm feeling upset)
Fuck, fuck you man
I'm feeling
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