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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Connor
Performer
Candice Pillay
Vocals
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Andre Brissett
Keyboards
C. Chambers
Bass
Craigery Owens
Vocals
Dem Jointz
Vocals
Erik Griggs
Bass
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Theron Otis Feemster
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Candice Pillay
Songwriter
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Songwriter
Bernard Edwards Jr.
Songwriter
Jon Connor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Focus
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Carl M. Cartagena
Assistant Engineer
Jacob Gabriel
Assistant Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Engineer
Quentin Gilkey
Engineer
RJ Colston
Assistant Engineer
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Producer
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Guess who's back? It ain't a fuckin' question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a livin' legend
Fuck what you heard, it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection
Some **** blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction
Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation
I'm bein' modest, should be silent, 'less you layin' homage
Remain the hottest, **** can't stop us, that's just bein' honest
And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest **** (Uh, uh, oh, no)
For every one of you there's a hunnid more and I watch them come and go
My track record ain't coincidental, and these verses is like hearses
Consistently killin' ya'll with instrumentals
Tell me, fuck, what would ya'll do without me?
Kill yourself for even thinkin' somethin' crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali, your fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, 'cause everythin' I drop is dope
Now watch 'em all go up in smoke
[Verse 2]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
'Cause you don't want it, I have you like, aye, aye
(Better back the fuck up) Over guns, so I try
Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Verse 3]
Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut
Ain't no beginners, only winners, run amok, you runners up
You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck her
I told my city, hold me down, now look how high they hold me up
I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts 'fore I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a motherfuckin' rush
So, by high school I was fuckin' **** bitches on the hush
So, no questions and no panties is a motherfuckin' must
It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper, I'm the rapture
On the mornin' after, you lackin' passion, you ain't rap, you just a whack distraction
I can't relax 'cause I feel the magic smashin'
Tony Braxton, where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin'
Look, I was young, I was broke, had no hope
So I wrote, that's how I cope, I went hard with no results
New approach, same truth, just get ready, aim, shoot
Then get buried, bang, woof, so they better bring troops, because
[Verse 4]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
'Cause you don't want it, I have you like, aye, aye
(Better back the fuck up) Over guns, so I try
Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Verse 5]
It's fuckin' murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm goin' crazy
It's fuckin' murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
It's another tear drop, another motherfuckin' body
Another fuckin' body
Another body
Another body
Another body
Another body
Another fuckin' body
Written by: Andre Romell Young, B. Edwards Jr, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Candice Pillay, Dwayne Allen Abernathy, Enrico Gabrielli, Fabio Rondanini, J. Freeman Jr., Luca Cavina, Massimo Martellotta, Tommaso Colliva, Trevor Lawrence Jr.