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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Delhomme
Songwriter
Lyrics
Bitch we is not the same
Niggas love to say that I switch but I'm not no game
Niggas steady posted up with Glocks but don't got no aim
Niggas steady shooting up zero just like they dame
Well, if they make it if they don't, they don't got no fame
The way I've been biting on these beats, I got lion fangs
Name another artist, walking on 'em with broken veins
Couldn't even use my fucking arms but they still got slain
Leave an arrow straight up in your head nigga call you Ang
If you fuck around, we could split shout out my vein
I could really show you skill without the crane
Young bitchy nigga, yeah, you lame hop out my lane
Still tryna to figure who the fuck, replace me bitch
Even if I fall off they'll tape me bitch
I'm Superman in the studio making super hits
This my shit hits hard, like a Shawn Michaels super kick
Damn, I've been raining down some fire like volcano spit
Hands what I'm throwing at a nigga, if I'm really pissed
Bands what I'm throwing at a bitch, if she hella thick
Stand 'cause I'm ten toes down 'cause I'll never trip
Bitch look we is not the same
Niggas love to say that I switch but I'm not no game
Niggas steady posted up with Glocks but don't got no aim
Niggas steady shooting up zero just like they dame
Died four times still sur—huh listen, listen
Died four times still sur—fuck, yeah
Died four times still survived, I can't be slain
Death can't even attain, I can't be claimed
Basically I'm saying I'ma reign until my flames stop
(Call her, bring that shit back, yeah)
Basically I'm saying I'ma reign until my flames stop
Or if they drop like a banzai plane
Bitch, don't ever use my name and put in vain
Bitch, I can only cook at night feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm the one in million, make you bop like Doctor Strange
Chilling in my red forces, bitch, call me red cocaine
I call money chicken through it in air, now I'm raising canes
Portrait picture put me on the wall only time we'll hang
I'm lethal bull maybe even wolf call me Loul Deng
I said fuck a school, nigga, fuck a tool I'ma be a king
They said wait, nigga hold on it'll be harder
I said I'ma dunk up on these niggas like I'm Vince Carter
And if I miss I'm spinning back just like I'm Ant Tarver
Most of all these niggas just be cap, just like they Steven Rodger's
I hope you got it get me, always shouting out my city
Always disappearing on these niggas like a gov stimmy
Middle finger to any nigga that think he's fucking with me
I'm a demigod in the studio Apollo with me
Put some bleach straight up in his soul he got a hollow in 'em
I'm lucky number seven on this beat. I got a lotto with me
The way I'm brawling beats, you might think I have a bottle with me
Hop on beats like bad cars, what they got I'm too shifty
Look, bitch we is not the same
I went and told you three times and still that shit won't change
Niggas steady posted up with Glocks but don't got no aim
But if they hit me then I guess there Danny Ainge
No offense but nigga Ion feel no pain, Green Wok straight up on my shit
Green Wok straight up on my, ahh
Green wok straight up on my shirt, swear I feel like bane
Money in my little hand, flexing with Marlon Wayons
Never said I was the main but I am the mane
Lyrics coming fast of the head, got an AI brain
Even flash thinks I'm fast, I'm too insane
Writer(s): Quincy Delhomme
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