Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Joseph Nash
Songwriter:in
JanCarlos Terrero
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Uh,
I'm in them seeing this Hammer Time
Keeping the G cause I handle mine
Y'all so sweet like a dandelion
Moving lowkey and I'm breaking rules
Only with dollars I'll see you sign
With my legacy there's nothing new
All I know many get left behind
I've been a problem I've been about business
You didn't know that you know now
Do not flaking around me
Get put to the side like I am a snow plow
Yeah my name holding weight
On the verse yeah spaz
I cannot just hold out
Show me you love me
And do not just say it
Only fam what I hold down
In my foot on the pedal I'm going for Glory
I cannot just slow down
If you really with me and you put in that work
there's enough to go all around
If there's Snakes in the Grass
Not worried I know it
I'll just go and mow it down
And the haters are lurking
They're scared and I know it
My name they won't throw around
Sheesh
I am the manhole to say the least
Stay super lit because I'm a beast
I got a girl she ain't put the streets
Sheesh
Fresh as I am you won't see a crease
That's why your baby mom want a piece
I am not basic I'm too elite
Had em like Sheesh
She said she she going to call the police
but that don't mean nothing to me
My homies keep guns like capice
Had him like Conio
No longer investing in promo
Make fun of my cat that's a low blow
The Gap in our guap just going to grow grow
And I just been killing them on these Tye Knox
Instrumentals their mentals on slow mo
Am I demented I don't know
Just stand back when I lose control hoe
And this is the feeling you get on the edge of the building
Don't jump bro just go home
Sip prometh Lean Back Like A Cholo
Cutting up rats Roronoa Zoro
The politicians that are running this country are awesome liars pathological
Commodity sold out expense of your body the product is not what you thought it was
So I came with that new type of art
Mix the light with the dark this is not for the faint of heart
I'm a tear all your body parts apart and sell it by the pound on the black market
I bet that you wish this was all fictitious
Always hesitating you can't make decisions
You a bitch but you playing rough like you vicious
Acting rich but you dripping from washing dishes
While I'm tunnel vision completing missions
Getting ready to piss on their superstitions
Every time that you breathe I'mma make commission
Acid tab on my tongue and I'm double dipping
Had em like Sheesh
She said she she going to call the police
but that don't mean nothing to me
My homies keep guns like capice
Had him like Conio
No longer investing in promo
Make fun of my cat that's a low blow
The Gap in our guap just going to grow grow
Written by: JanCarlos Terrero, Tyler Joseph Nash