Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Elevator Jay
Künstler:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Elevator Jay
Produzent:in
Kevin Mccloskey
Mischtechniker:in
Danny Hurley
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
Let me show you how to do it
I’ma take the rock then shoot the shot
N****s tried but they blew it
Call me Mr eighty five seventy seven
In the city running through it
I’m the pressure bursting pipes underground
That’s a s**t load of fluid
In a dirty game full of sewage
Kobe Bryant from the tre
Buckets on buckets y’all can’t touch it
Get your hand out my face
Punch the gas like I’m ‘bout to drag
Now I’m on your a** like I’m late
Full speed if you ain’t burning tires
Move the f**k up out the way
You ‘gon learn this today
Back in the day when I worked on my J
All them bougie broads tried to play me
Now I’m popping like a forty
With a loaded magazine off of safety
I don’t know what they been serving you lately
Ain’t no gas all the dope overrated
I’m the chicken with the rice and the gravy
Born solid like the crack in the eighties
Boy I’m a fool
Man I’m a fool
Girl I’m a fool
This s**t a fool
Ask around n***a they know my name
Old news man I been off the chain
I’m legend I ain’t chasing no fame
No my mama never pushed out a lame
Boy I’m a fool
Man I’m a fool
Girl I’m a fool
This s**t a fool
That’s a buck I put that on my fam
Stacking bread peanut butter and jam
Check the record man I’m far from a scam
Whole thing never shorted a gram
This ‘gon resurrect the club
Last time I went that s**t was a dub
Since everybody swear they’re thug
Run around like you don’t give a f**k
Desperate times desperate measures
S**t was cloudy but I switched up the weather
Now the vibe feel better
F**k twelve n***a roll up the pressure
Back then I was under
But I overstood they were stuck in a slumber
Now I’m running up the numbers
Grind in the winter stunt in the summer
They ain’t see the storm coming
Then I came and caught em off guard
When I crunk the knob to a hundred
Whole trunk full of thunder
If they say a n***a flex
It be when I got my foot on necks
If I’m lying place a bet
You can do cash or write me a check
I want my bread don’t play with the time
Type in my name I’m one of a kind
If you oppose you’re probably blind
When I was born the stars aligned
Boy I’m a fool
Man I’m a fool
Girl I’m a fool
This s**t a fool
Ask around n***a they know my name
Old news man I been off the chain
I’m legend I ain’t chasing no fame
No my mama never pushed out a lame
Boy I’m a fool
Man I’m a fool
Girl I’m a fool
This s**t a fool
That’s a buck I put that on my fam
Stacking bread peanut butter and jam
Check the record man I’m far from a scam
Whole thing never shorted a gram
Written by: James William Blackmon III