Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Daniel Hawkins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, I'm back, ayy, yeah, It Feel like my first day, it feel like my first day back, ayy
Been on these streams, countin' cheese, fuck the rap game
I'm rarely seen, switch the scene, did a map change
Ayy, fuck your team, fuck your scene, fuck some rap fame
****, where them stacks, gang? I been doin' laps, gang
Around the world, inside my mind, I'm finna tap, gang
Bitch, it's the world, I kept it thorough, I got back pain
Stay to myself, I'm buildin' wealth and that's a fact, gang
Sorry if I act strange
Ayy, I'm flyin' across the map, gang
I'm in New Jersey with the Racks, where the racks gang
I'm pushin' 30, put this 30 on your lap, bae
My Steeler Jersey, bettin' 30, tryna crack, gang
Really tryna crack the safe, really tryna break the bank
That's on my kids, bitch, I'm really tryna buy the Wraith
Ain't got no kids, but you diggin' what I'm tryna say
I work today so that tomorrow it be super straight
I'm tryna change my fate, really, I been in the rain
I'm thankin' God, praisin' God for how far I came
I'm finna charge, finna starve, it's a dirty game
About my dawgs, about my squad, I'll box your brain
Ayy, we can catch the fade
Written by: William Daniel Hawkins