Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Griselda
Performer
50 Cent
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demond Price
Composer
Thomas Paldino
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Butcha
Producer
Daringer
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Gonzalo Contreas
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Daringer, the fuck, ****?
[Verse 2]
Look, this for them **** gettin' Jew money
Every time they step on the Ave
Get they chef on, uh
Say, "Mazel tov," before they step on the glass
Get they stretch on
Keep a big weapon to blast
My shorts ready made, Just Don collab
I'll probably be in your projects with all my ice out
Run up
One of my youngins gon' put your lights out
Fuck what you write 'bout?
I know what your life 'bout
Free my dawg
He spin the yard with his knife out
Yeah, we came a long way from pushin' grams
Say what you want
But you can't say I ever took the stand
I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand
If we can't get to him
Then we gon' cook his man
For every brick he whip
We throw the cook a gram
I'm sittin' back, I'm blowin' on a Cookie strand
We keep the Glocks near
This shit is not fear
Machine, bitch
Everything I drop is top tier
[Verse 3]
Ah, I mean, you see the way the neck's lookin'
So you already know the way them checks lookin'
I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these ****
Put the city on the map, yeah
Next tour's a quarter mil run
They hated on the team
But we still won
I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these ****
Put the city on the map, ah
[Verse 4]
I'm a A student
I mean, I do my homework
No ski mask, put in my own work
I do, do my homework
I do, I do put in my own work
Valedictorian
Bulletproof DeLorean
My windows thick
Like twenty-four hour stores
Kevlar all up in the dash, and the doors
It's rare that I'm wrong
I think I'm ready for war
What's up?!
I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky
I'm the coldest winter day
When I'm out with the K
Chill, play it cool till I come and get frostbit
Let the D's find the strap in the snow
After I toss it
You fuck around, I set your ass on fire
Hollow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin' tires
I'm up early with the birds
I push up in my regimen
Party with the animals
I bet I get the metal in
[Verse 5]
I mean, you see the way the neck's lookin'
So you already know the way them checks lookin'
I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these ****
Put the city on the map, yeah
Next tour's a quarter mil run
They hated on the team
But we still won
I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these ****
Put the city on the map, ah!
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Demond Price, Eliot Dubock, Thomas Paldino