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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"
Vocals
Ashley Sorrell
Ashley Sorrell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Ashley Sorrell
Ashley Sorrell
Songwriter
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga
Ramon Ibanga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Smith
Alexander Smith
Recording Engineer
Brian “B-Jones” Jones
Recording Engineer
Buscemi
Buscemi
Recording Engineer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
I.V. Duncan
I.V. Duncan
Recording Engineer
Illmind
Illmind
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mastering Engineer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Recording Engineer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Highland
Ryan Highland
Recording Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, now you see what the Lord doin'
Rippin' pages out the book, I had to make the story fluent
Thanks to Marshall, I'm sober doin' what I enjoy doin'
I'm puttin' Chavis Chandler on, had to at least pay it forward to him
Yeah, every other day, another star's born
And that's to freshen up the decayin' of the art form
Fuck with my commas, shit will be quick
Got what's in my pocket outta the dirt, filthy rich
I stuck to my promise to mama, stay focused
Double entendre, I'm tryna vocally smoke you, you will be missed
The hocus, the pocus, magician doin' tricks in this miserable business with spit
Loyalty, forgiving through bilical scripts of morals and wisdom
Paintin' pictures of this historical war of attrition
Who's just the dopest, the wokest
I'm five years sober
Trauma from my childhood constantly haunts me
Till I finally cry tears over
Sharp as a gauntlet
With thoughts of my side chick in high heels, 'cause I didn't mourn her
I needed her through, I didn't want her
I'm hot as July, no lie, wouldn't like in a sauna
Invested in truth, don't expect me to buy into moments
They done took the charts over, so now y'all scared of them shook ****
Jamal Crawford couldn't cross over and sell me them Wolf tickets, uh
[Verse 2]
(Best rapper alive, broadcastin' in five)
(Four, three, two, one)
[Verse 3]
I'm fly as a dive in the sky in a harness
Anyone alive sleepin' on me can die in pajamas
Police call me a threat to society, though I am a promise
I am a one of one like Atze or Isaiah Thomas
You can't fathom, thinkin' deep enough to sink the abyss
You think you Pac, I'm thinkin' of sinkin' your Demetrius Shipp
Only thing that I can't fathom is why the preacher is rich
How to think in the moderation and turn a drink to a sip
I'm private when I fly, I ball out like Bron do
You in the game, but you sittin' coach like Tyron do
Me and my soldiers, we just out here mobbin' like old Italians
Snatchin' your homies necklace to rock it with your medallion
Over these groskis, I'm toe to toe with your whole battalion
I hit you with four from this .44 like Hova album
I take lives like banned contracepts
All the contraband I collect as I ran Contra-esque
Respect the mantra or die at the hands of consciousness
Run up and get left ran down to death on your damn counter steps
The booze already made me lose, I can't go out like I'm Amy Winehouse
The Lord graciously still kept me here in the place to be
On the corner like Baby Blue standin' in timeout
Lookin' real spiritually aware, pair of Pumas on
Lookin' like I'ma board the Lear, headed to uniform
I'm so lyrically rare, I spearheaded the unicorn
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I was born a bold one, sugar-coated, all the way I'm livin'
Put me in a great position
Every time they hear me, they say, "Ain't nobody did this, nah"
And if they don't they're trippin', nah
Just listen to the diction in this lyricism
I won't break a fool, they don't want me to blow
But every single show, they hand out like I owe 'em
Already paid my dues over these, uh
But if I said it, then they still won't know
So I won't waste my time on you
Speakin' on the level that you're never on
The way they hatin', so incredible
My writin's on the wall, to you, it's so illegible
I'm incvincible, you're sleepin' on me, I'ma stay woke
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Written by: A. Sorrell, Ramon Ibanga Jr, Ryan Montgomery
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