Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
eLVy the God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Melendez
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look how they look at me now
They ain't believe me back then
Oh, yeah, I remember back when I first put the paper to the pen, ay
Free them goonies out the pen
Shout out, everyone that represent
Sir Phaded got me on ten
I'm so hated by so many men
[Verse 2]
I gotta go hard for the clique
I'ma just go harder when I'm rich
Know a lot wanna see me in a ditch
I'ma always stay solid like a brick
All my **** know I will never flip
Hit me up quick, I don't politick
Everybody know my flow so sick
I'm a hitman, call me John Wick
[Verse 3]
Success and green the only thing I need
Get in my way and I guarantee you gon' bleed, bleed, bleed
Split 'em just like a swisher
We strike a fuck **** out like a pitcher
I got the rod on me just like a fisher
You cross me, I won't ever forget you
Got a pretty white chick, yeah, I call her Vanilla
Shawty bad, yeah, she thicker than a Snicker
Fuck once and then dismiss her
Now she mad 'cause she know that I don't miss her
[Verse 4]
Look how they look at me now
They ain't believe me back then
Oh, yeah, I remember back when I first put the paper to the pen, ay
Free them goonies out the pen
Shout out, everyone that represent
Sir Phaded got me on ten
I'm so hated by so many men
[Verse 5]
I know they slept on me all alone
No one believed in me
Now they know, they see what's goin' on
They wanna claim the team
Pull up and poof-poof, now you gone
Nobody seen a thing
Yeah, I been workin' hard and so long
I never doubted her
[Verse 6]
He say he gon' kill me
We gon' see
Nah, it ain't the same
Fuck all my old homies
Yeah, fuck 'em, all of 'em opps
Middle fingers high to all of the cops
The AK turn you into pork when it chop
Get me out the oven, I'ma blow up the spot
Put me in the freezer, God I think I'm too hot, yeah
You a hater if you think that I'm not
Fuck how y'all feel
I feel like I'm on my way to the top, push
Fuck with me
[Verse 7]
You know what the fuck it is, man
L fifty girl
I only get better, bitch
[Verse 8]
Look how they look at me now
They ain't believe me back then
Oh, yeah, I remember back when I first put the paper to the pen, ay
Free them goonies out the pen
Shout out, everyone that represent
Sir Phaded got me on ten
I'm so hated by so many men
[Verse 9]
Yeah, I gotta go hard for the clique
I'ma just go harder when I'm rich
Know a lot wanna see me in a ditch
I'ma always stay solid like a brick
All my **** know I will never flip
Hit me up quick, I don't politick
Everybody know my flow so sick
I'm a hitman, call me John Wick
Written by: Luis Melendez