Credits
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John Phelps
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Connor Bilbo
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Lyrics
Pick the nug out the zip like a forager
Interstate spaceship was a forester
Call the coroner, He was loose leaf
So that hot lead tore him up
I'm feeling gorgeous, I've been locking in
Tell it in my aura when I'm walking in
Pounds of it, ounces that I've been clocking in
Been on my job like a careerist
When it comes to this, they consider me a purist
I ain't fucking with no shit that sound too good to be true
Bitch, I'm really him and you wish that it was you
Made plays, made bank, then I laid low
You was playing games, I was praying it was case closed
But I guess that's how it rolls I ain't mad at ya, I'm just happy I was chose
Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close
Take a look around, it's only me and my kin
Knew the tone was special, how it cut through the mix
My pastime these days, counting the grip
Can't reach me on my phone, I've been getting it in
I've been out the way, staying down with this shit
Came up with a scheme, we could all get rich
I could make you believe in a dream that I pitch
Manifested every fucking word of this shit
I was Stevie with the Knicks, coming down like a landslide
Eighth in my braids, smell it hopping out the ride
Hit him where it hurts, just for talking out his side
Split his head open just to see what's on his mind, go!
That's how it rolls But I ain't mad at ya, I'm just happy I was chose
Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close
Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close
That's how it rolls, But I ain't mad at ya, I'm just happy I was chose
Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close
Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close
Writer(s): John Phelps
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