Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rodja Fields
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rodja Fields
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rodja Fields
Produzent:in
Lyrics
How many times I gotta put em all in check
I add em to the payroll I'm good for the finesse
**** love to chat heard pigs play in mess
**** wait a sec
This some p you can connect
I rarely play checkers **** say it wit ya chess
Or tell it to your brother he act like he wear a dress
I heard you dropped a tape **** need to drop them threats
Cuz talking on the web have you end up in a net
A Louie V trench I pull up like i hold tecks
I heard you rather gossip I pull up inside your texts
**** start responding like "Flight you got next"
Then I scratch my head like I got bit by some insects
They hate that I'm ahead buddy get your cheese and flex
A hospital bed doctor said I need some rest
I could give a damn what a bitch **** said
I got my own food fuck the next **** bread
Turning on the news see another **** dead
And **** still act like cool not being scared
Play with me and mine I swear to god I'm seeing red
Calling D phone like we gotta take it fed
gotta take it fed
**** gotta take it fed
A product of the trenches **** I was not prepared
Lace my black air ones and its stepping time
Gotta take these hoes to school like its Pepperdine
In a all black mode like its panther power
No distraction all these hoes wanna sample time
You a bitch and ya man on the same track
You know birds of a feather they gon attract
You know words hold that power like a 8 pack
I never conversate with cowards ion say jack
Never conversate with cowards ion say jack
And a **** spinng wheels like Sajak
Sugar in my medicine
My portrait never glanced upon
The one they said was settling
Just turned to what I settle on
Built my house on hate
I built my house on severed love
I burn this motherfucker to the ground
Like every several months
My family turned to memories
I use my pain like energy
I wonder if I'm better
Will my talent need replenishing
I'm looking at the sky
Like its better if they finish me
I'm looking at my guys
I can't rally them resenting me
Use to get the Rally's
Me and mommy or the Mickey D''s
Now this fast food turn my arteries to enemies
Arguing with people
Like I'm parting with my synergy
I feel like fuck a like if you hate me
Then its silly we
just bargain validation
All this talk procrastination
We aint shooting we aint dropping
How we the hardest in the nation?
We aint looting we forgotten
How we tread the line of patience?
If they see me then I'm rotten
So keep a veil over my painting
Written by: Rodja Fields