Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Young Devante
Songwriter:in
Amiri Quincy Lake
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Friends and family they love me (Friends and family they love me)
Even when I act nutty (Even when I act nutty)
When I had no more money (When I had no more money)
They dapped me up, kiss, and hug me (Dap me up, kiss, and hug me)
When I was stuck in a puddle
They didn't care I was muddy
When I was down in the dumps
I knew they had somethin for me
We took a trip to the beach
And saw the sunset so lovely
They gonna stay right beside me
Whether it's rainin or sunny
When I'm feelin blue
They encouraged me to sing
Told me keep doin my thing
Gotta keep pullin them strings
Yeah we always knew
That we wanted finer things
Wanted necklaces and rings
Wanna hear the bank cha-ching
Gotta make it through
All this pain and suffering
Gotta take another swing
When it's burnin and it stings
Do what I gotta do
So one day I'll be a king
We can never stop working
From the summer to the spring
We struggled sometimes
But thats just fine
Whether I'm dead or alive
I know that we'll be alright
If I'm facin a mountain
I know that I gotta climb
And when the clock runnin out
I'll hit that shot every time
So toast it up to the sky
Salt, tequila, and lime
Steady on the incline
But this is just the baseline
Took my seat on the shrine
And made the whole world mine
Feel like I'm right in my prime
Now that I mastered these rhymes
So now that I got it
Now that I got it
Now that I got it
I ain't never gone stop it (Muahahaha)
Cause now that I got it
Now that I got it (Yeah what)
Now that i got it (Yah)
I ain't never gone drop it (Nah nah)
Cause now that I got it
Im drippin right out a faucet
I keep a circle of bosses
And we can't take no more losses (Whoo)
Super fresh like I'm flossin (Whoo)
Water wet like a dolphin (Whoo)
Hole in one like I'm golfin (Whoo)
Flex like The Weeknd so often (Whoo)
Wasn't stealin and robbin
But felt like I had no options (Nah)
Now I'm down with the mobbin
While suckas cryin and sobbin (Yeah)
I go hard but you soften (What)
I'm so sick got you coughin (What)
Put you right in a coffin (What)
Now imma giant Tom Coughlin (What)
So I hop out with a outfit that you never seen (Yeah)
When I step on the scene
Squeaky like Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I just took the lead
Triple digits my speed (Skrt)
I'm drenched with sauce From my head to my feet (Splash)
I'm callin your bullshit you don't want the beef (Brr)
I'm runnin this game like I got on some cleats (Yew)
You suffered defeat
Now you salty I'm sweet (Angh)
Not talkin bout socks when I say I'm elite (Nah)
Killin motha fuckas
Put em right up in the cemetery
And I kill that pussy too
Put it in the veterinary
I'm not chasin pussy (Nah)
You **** act like Tom and Jerry
Imma be on top forever
Yo shit only temporary
Ice man (Ice)
Bitch I'm cold like this is February
Imma get it done
By any means necessary
You **** be stationary (Whoo)
You **** be sedentary (Whoo)
Fuckin on this bitch (Yeah)
Damn I might've popped her Cherry
Ice man juice man
Minute Maid very berry
Yeah I do this for my block
You know I be reppin Prairie
People talk behind my back
I dont need your commentary
My dad was a trapper
I'm the son of an apothecary (Whoa whoa)
My dad was a trapper and now I'm a rapper (Yeah)
My dad was a trapper (Ice)
My dad was a trapper and now I'm a rapper (What, huh?)
My dad was a trapper and now I'm a rapper (Ice, gone)
Written by: Amiri Quincy Lake, Young Devante