Lyrics
Underrated but I'm rated highly
**** never shown love, I just went ahead and took it, uh
With my homies and we got the trap jumping
Got your bitch bumping
Shit, my new project, uh
If she a fan
Bet she'll wanna be my only one
Cause a coup d'etat
Whenever I step in
I don't even force it
I'm just being me
Cos the cadence is crazy
I see they tryna pree
I know **** in the ghetto
Who got talent
Jay Young put a **** on
**** was a fucking star
That was way back when
**** called me Nelly Young
I was really young and clueless on god
3ple threatz fucked around and made a banger
Bruh, T-Flex he produced that shit
Mixed and mastered shit
Then we killed that shit, uh
I reminisce like I'm Ib-i-le
But, I'm Southside Don
Tell em fi mi le
Got no time for the industry gimmicks
came in with some goons
And we bout to take over
Breaking all the doors that been shut at us for years
Scaling all the fences that my parents couldn't scale
Taking all the risks cos I'm tryna die empty
Still ain't tryna die young
Though I'm living life fast
Rolling up a jay
For my bro that died young,
Bruh i miss you
Name my family tree
It's was Neil,trizzy,harry, mayor Shaylee Badman Kresh and Ceexer
We always believers
Gat dreams of balling hard like lakers
Stacking up papers
Oh yes, I'm always Talking economics
I wanna know the budget
Is there gone be profit
Tomorrow's never promised
But if you ain't talking big bucks then
that's just out of pocket
Game set match
Born winner Thats why they tryna get attached
Always asking what I'm up to
I leave them on read cause I know they
tryna get me to stumble
Came from the dust where **** had struggle
No rules Politicians gamble
A urge price to fumble
Too tough not falling for emotions
Palm tree in the beach for the culture
Look how we started well
Now look what we accomplished
Real **** know I'm the greatest
Don't engage in twitter talks
I just fucking put in work
For my brothers who gon never make it out the ghetto
For the kids so they know their dreams relevant
Bruh I grew in the fucking trenches
**** think I'm soft
Cos I never engage, uh
When really
I be plotting your demise
Got too much lose So I fashi that shit, uh
Moving forward
I just want yoll **** know
Anybody got some shit to say lemme know
If you ain't got money for the boy
Don't call my phone
Show dem **** love
But they pay you back in
Uh, damn
I ain't tryna Reminisce
Even though e be like say
I no dey miss
Had a lot of days
When the boy couldn't put pen to paper
See what I did there
Reminisce
Now I live a life of bliss
Oh my days
It's insane what my pen could do
I get high
Go to heaven
See no god but me
Still I ride for my brothers till we rest in peace, on God
Written by: Brownson Ataisi Israel, KENNETH OGBULUIJAH NSAN
