Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Lipscomb
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Rock
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Asar Osiris
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Okay, I showed up in all black in a designer ski
Fashion killer, even when I'm basic, they ain't fly as me
Cloud catcher, ain't too many **** that be high as me
Trendsetter, I'm the one that most these **** tryna be
Super turned ****, gotta know this shit is on site
Bad bitch, hit a little baby, yeah, I'm yo type
See me in the city, shining hard, baby, no ice
But that shit is on me, baby, I can change your life
I'm from the 6, I'm about my blues, I'm feeling like the Locs
Shit, when I'm shopping for the bows, I hit a different coast
I bring that fire back, you gotta know I'm with the smoke
Them **** really ain't my opps, they just mad they broke
These **** really ain't my opps, swear they don't exist
I buckle down, got back on my grind, now I'm on some shit
Don't fuck around, they rent a slide, ain't shit pretty but my bitch
Cut a line in here, get it done for a light kick
Go get some money and you can learn the perks of having bread
**** talking out his mind, put some money on his head
**** tryna run off, put some money on his leg
Long as you keep it low key, you can duck the fix
I'm really one to one, you ****, it's the best of none
My **** got now, we don't care about who next to come
The way I smoke, you would think I had an extra lung
We really on some shit, but you know the worst is yet to come
Black Air Force is black dickies, black gun
Name good in these streets, I done tracked tons
These **** do it for the shine, bitch, I stack funds
Call Mac, he gon' tell me when that pack come
Grey Versace jogger go on the 6, blue cutty
Aggressive **** broke, so they try to out-tough me
Weigh my stash look it I can buy bout 10 Buffys
That shit light, she a fan, but she been fucked me
Balled my whole adult life, they think I been lucky
If I ever caught Big CRIP, they would've been dusted
Put them **** in the dirt, they shouldn't have been trusted
I jumped off the porch early, bitch, I been thuggin
**** mad at me, really, cause I'm having change
I hit the West Coast and seen what I had to gain
Little **** need to check they situation
Me and Hunnid talkin', that's a boss conversation
I'm on the road, update the registration
In and out the state, hell naw, it ain't vacation
**** stagnant at the crib and they waitin
When it come to this cheese, I ain't never been patient
I'm in the V in the room and I'm pacin
Forty at a time to my white boy Jason
You ain't never took them risks, that's why you **** broke
I gotta make a couple hunnid before I even smoke
Written by: Michael Lipscomb, Nicholas Rock