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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Rugah Rahj
Rugah Rahj
Songwriter
Michel Magne
Michel Magne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rugah Rahj
Rugah Rahj
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I went from stickin' pennies in the jar
To offshore bank accounts
See me and my conglomerates is lucrative
I'm talkin' big money
Big chains, big guns, ****
(More power)
Big talk, speedboat
Pray to God I don't get repoed
Didn't go to college for a free throw
People gettin' killed through the peephole
Have your money up before you go to war
Put the mask on like a luchador
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one
So I gotta make it past twenty-four
Big talk, speedboat
Pray to God I don't get repoed
Didn't go to college for a free throw
People gettin' killed through the peephole
Have your money up before you go to war
Put the mask on like a luchador
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one
So I gotta make it past twenty-four
Put a red beam to your head like Arby's
Either go to school, go to jail or the army
Keep a close eye on the things tryna harm me
Warn me if anybody try to swarm me, uh
Invest in the rock and a Rottweiler
Pile up hella stacks when the bills pile up
Dollar is the only way to get the style up
Riled up, catchin' motherfuckers usin' dial-up
My dawg is gone and the result is to have my teflon
Christian Dior and the fashion beyond
Talkin' Polo, call me Polo da Don
Throw some D's on the donk, I got hella keys and the funk
I put hella G's in the vault, it took only three to assault, damn
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life's illegal
I don't wanna use my Desert Eagle
Big talk, speedboat
Pray to God I don't get repoed
Didn't go to college for a free throw
People gettin' killed through the peephole
Have your money up before you go to war
Put the mask on like a luchador
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one
So I gotta make it past twenty-four
Big talk, speedboat
Pray to God I don't get repoed
Didn't go to college for a free throw
People gettin' killed through the peephole
Have your money up before you go to war
Put the mask on like a luchador
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one
So I gotta make it past twenty-four
Pourin' out scotch, gas
All in my brain, it fumigated my thoughts
Thinking 'bout intricate plots
To get out the hood, that's when I started to jot
Not givin' the opportunity to let the devil ruin me, no
Even though the jewelry froze, ice cubes get Deebo-ed
Word on the street, everything heat
Everything hot, boy, Texas Pete
Pulled up in a Lexus and a Jeep
All black, no tag, time for the sweep
Too many guns, too many sons
Lost in the river of blood in these streets
Master of none, pastors and nuns
Let's bow our heads for the ceremony
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life's illegal
I don't wanna use my Desert Eagle
Big talk, speedboat
Pray to God I don't get repoed
Didn't go to college for a free throw
People gettin' killed through the peephole
Have your money up before you go to war
Put the mask on like a luchador
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one
So I gotta make it past twenty-four
Big talk, speedboat
Pray to God I don't get repoed
Didn't go to college for a free throw
People gettin' killed through the peephole
Have your money up before you go to war
Put the mask on like a luchador
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one
So I gotta make it past twenty-four
Written by: Denzel Curry, Michel Magne, Rugah Rahj
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