Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Myles King
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Julioo
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I ain't wishin on no star
Introvert under radar
Different strands up in cigars
Lungs loud loud garage
A lot money plenty broads
I don't know why you sleepin' bitch you know I am a star(bitch)
I'm tryna get up in her scat don't want that bitch to dodge(no)
We gone make it to the top my baby gotta play ya part
Gotta play ya part yea
Gotta play ya part
Man I'm throwin' dimes I'm with the two I'm Jaxson Dart(man I'm throwin dimes)
Man I do this shit real differently
I done seen it all been through a lot they get a different me(fasho)
Jackson Mississippi b that violence see it vividly
You a product of environment these people show no sympathy(nah)
Ridin' round town down town with a bad bitch woah
I'm the head huncho they go wherever I go(wherever)
You not really high you don't smoke what I smoke
Two thousand five the year that I lost my **** joe(rest in peace)
I'm a real ****
My alter ego wanna kill I'm Dr. Phil ****(kill)
I get it all I earn all I never spill ****(never spill)
These **** pay for pussy break ya pockets gold diggers (hell yeah)
That's these fuckin' women(hell yeah)
You gotta pay attention(hell yeah)
You gotta sit and listen
You gotta stay lowkey you gotta go achieve a mission(got to)
I remember all them times that I didn't have a penny(broke)
Now I travel cross the world a couple thousand with me(munyun)
At all times
Written by: Myles King
