Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dion Stephenson
Songwriter:in
Joshua Cross
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I came up servin fiends
Making mines the fast way
Gettin money tired of looking hella trashay
Broke and bummy **** hella fuckin ashy
All the pretty bitches walking right past me
I almost shot a fiend cuz he tried to Stab me
That's when my **** luck told me I should sell weed
And only fuckin with people that know me
Before I knew it I could sell yo ass two p's
Aye Imma neighborhood legend yea they love me out the creek
The Navy blue Benz with the peanut butter seats
The diamond link chain with the big juice piece
You looking at a star when you looking at me
Before I was rapper **** coppied my style
They seen my juice piece had them **** like wow
First **** wit it icebox did the pendant
Johnny dang copied mane that shit won't authentic
Show them lil **** how a real Nîgga walk-in
Stacked the money up ain't got no time for no talkin
That's a contradiction to this verse cuz I'm wrappin
And I ain't talking on the beat I'm talking bout the package
Every other day it's like a **** got his taxes
Collet the broccoli cuz a **** selling cabbage
The way you shrink it down Make you think it was magic
Have you floating thru the city like a **** was Aladdin
I came up making my the fast way
I show you how to break it down I'm the sensei
A buck twenty in the fast lane
Fo sealers going off got it sounding like a drag race
Written by: Dion Stephenson, Joshua Cross