Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
E. Wilson
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why
You don't have the guts to be what you want to be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers
Let's say that's the bad guy
I'm just trying to function, get a bag or two
When they see that you ain't fell off yet
Haters be mad at you with attitudes
Meanwhile, let the green pile think rational
And stand on business, be bout that action too
I'm just trying to function, get a bag or two
When they see that you ain't fell off yet
Haters be mad at you with attitudes
Meanwhile, let the green pile think rational
And stand on business, be bout that action too
I'm from Akron, where daily it get dramatical
hollow tip hit his clavicle
Made him fumble, the lateral
This ho sack chasing, she think I'm taxable
Me and her broke bitch ain't compatible
So I slapped that ho
For thanking that her vaginal was magical
Had her in the trap, ass naked, cutting and bagging dope
Heard a hater asking about me, why you asking for
No time for back and forth, this ain't tennis, no John McEnroe
Showing off your gun but ain't gon' clap it though
Will have you in the back of the ambulance with your cabbage swole
Make you move something like Trick Daddy and Jackie O
Orchestrate the hit like Castellano on your patio
What's crackin' loc, got a few runners to get the package gone
No communication, the federales be tracking phones
I know the ropes, y'all put coochie before Capitol
Not exactly what a gangsta pimp or a Mac will do
I'm just trying to function, get a bag or two
When they see that you ain't fell off yet
Haters be mad at you, with attitudes
Meanwhile, let the Green Pile think rational
And stand on business, be bout that action too
Oooh, I'm just trying to function, get a bag or two
When they see that you ain't fell off yet
Haters be mad at you, with attitudes
Meanwhile, let the Green Pile think rational
And stand on business, be bout that action too
And it was hell growing up, I had to bump my head
So many sleepless nights, eyes bloodshot red
Cookin crack on the dub, I learned to rock it up
Steel fork scraping the pot when I lock it up
And if I let you make it, consider that a blessing
I've been giving ass whooping since my adolescence
2002, in the game knee deep
Busting bows down, just trying to eat
Six shot revolver, 38 special
I shut down the block and I let the morgue dress you
Water whipping in the kitchen, trying to shake something
And if this rapping don't work, I'm finna take something
Gelato 42, it got me elevated
I'm double cupping so you know I'm fully medicated
I had some **** that I thought was in my corner
Turned out they was hoes, I should've seen the warning
I'm just trying to function, get a bag or two
When they see that you ain't fell off yet
Haters be mad at you, with attitudes
Meanwhile, let the Green Pile think rational
And stand on business, be bout that action too
I'm just trying to function, get a bag or two
When they see that you ain't fell off yet
Haters be mad at you, with attitudes
Meanwhile, let the Green Pile think rational
And stand on business, be bout that action too
Written by: E. Wilson