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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sauce Walka
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Walker Mondane
Composer
Christopher Haynes
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm rich and I'm free at the same time
Comin' where I'm from there's a crime before the charge
But you can hate me, I'm on beaches in Miami
On the water, gettin' sandy
Yeah, I'm with a Chun Li, but my other bitch a Cammy
Just about some millions so these **** understand me
Bitches shedding tears when they see me like I'm Sammy
I was down for years but a **** had to manage
I just kept it serious when them other **** panicked
God dammit, now I'm in the Maybach, roof panoramic
Seats slanted, sippin on syrup while the Screw tape jammin'
Trunk slammin, chopper so hot that a **** had to fan it
I'ma handle it, boy I keep Sprycos like I keep cabbage
Savage, yeah, bitch you know I'm savage
Lavish, diamonds on me, so lavish
[Verse 2]
All these Tinas be Ike'n my Turner
I don't go out the house with no burners
I don't sleep in no house with no burners
I don't chill on the couch with no burners
All my little **** smart 'cause they learners
I just teach **** hearts to be earners
I just teach **** always to be stern it's
Stand the firmest
Y'all failing your soldiers on purpose
You ain't a big homie, you worthless
You ain't even scratching the surface
So how you gon' help me to surface
I earned all my stripes 'cause I worked shit
I earned all my stripes 'cause I murked shit
Lay some hands in the dirt shit
Yeah you did some fighting, you ain't square shit
Yeah, you threw some punches, you ain't hurt shit
Boy, your O.G. pass ain't worth shit
[Verse 3]
I'm only speakin' facts, ****
You old and you wack, ****
You ain't never give us packs, ****
You ain't never give us straps, ****
We was in the field, puttin' pressure on the other side, runnin' laps, ****
We was pushin' shit back, ****
Where the fuck was you at, ****?
Written by: Albert Walker Mondane, Albertina Walker, Christopher Haynes, Orlando Ruiz