Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeffrey Colon
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
**** thought
They could rock my shoes and live life peacefully
Bitches thought
They could break my heart without a piece for me
Life is hard
But I can't be no bitch, this for my family
Dreams and aspirations,
Fuck the fame, the wealth is all I need
I wanna run the game, be on top,
Right now that's all I see
But **** in my way, and these hoes,
Still want a piece of me
Step over these **** once I drop em, call me A.I.
Fuck practice, this the game now watch me aim high
You did me dirty
Hit me up
But ain't no turning back
This my come up
A **** rose
Right from the cracks
I'm shining bright
You in the shadows suckin up my dust
This shit on easy
Use you **** to chip off my rust
I'm getting money
**** funny think I'm chasing clout
Me and my homeboys in a jet
Taking the scenic route
Test me if you want, whip out the drake,
And then I air it out
Chillin at home quarantined
Just tryna make it out
I just feel like
Where I'm at when it comes to this music shit
Aint no where to go but up
Only thing I could really do is aim high…
**** thought
They could rock my shoes and live life peacefully
Bitches thought
They could break my heart without a piece for me
Life is hard
But I can't be no bitch, this for my family
Dreams and aspirations,
Fuck the fame, the wealth is all I need
I wanna run the game, be on top,
Right now that's all I see
But **** in my way, and these hoes,
Still want a piece of me
Step over these **** once I drop em, call me A.I.
Fuck practice, this the game now watch me aim high
Get all the credentials
Of a rapper that's making hit songs
Leave a legacy my kids will be proud of
And won't get shit on
Cut ties, keep the mob ties of my bros we been on
You kill the vibe say bye bye
That's the shit we live on
I'm counting cash, squeezing ass, RIP Biggie
We living fast, pushing 120 on the dash
My **** sick, you come too close you'll catch a rash
Twitter fingers gon come back to bite you in the ass ****
Written by: Jeffrey Colon