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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Vocals
June James
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
June James
Songwriter
Randy Razz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
June James
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
John Will
Mixing Engineer
Rando
Producer
Lyrics
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
What up?
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
I'm him
This just in, I'm Goliath
Rap game King Leonidas
Prayin' for the ones that's indicted
Sex tape dropped, unexcited
This just in, I'm Goliath
Rap game king, Leonidas
Prayin' for the ones that's indicted
Sex tape dropped, unexcited
I been a G, throwin' that dick in her kidney
I stand on that business for chief
Knowin' they want your position or blemish your image
Don't give it no energy, please
Knowin' that shit done got critical
I got some sinners who willin' to send it for me
Knowin' my lil' one is gifted
Ain't really 'bout spendin' but he gotta get to the league
I got that power like God and them
Power to take away oxygen
Shawty wan' get on her knees
I semen her cheeks and regrow her collagen
I was on Easy-Town, I done been around the world
Dreka still wit' the shit, ain't safe to be around your girl
Ass out the window, eatin' llama on the interstate
Hoes sell crystal meth, bread winner, dinner plate
Order me a Demon, I done pulled up in a Hellcat
Long way away when we was sleepin' on an air-mat
Big body Range, same place as where the jail at
Carolina street, where I was 'posed to catch the sales at
Touchdown in the 'jects, still love havin' sex
FL, no includin', this not VVS
Buss down wit' the set, skrrt round, DBS
I done got a TV show, it need to be on TBS
Thinkin' 'bout shawty, don't call, she gon' see me, yeah
I'm retarded, I'm on CBS
Block breed, do a **** frontal wit' a hair piece
Traplete, yes, Lord, workin' like an athlete
Solitaire diamonds, I forgot what I was wearing
Big booty white bitch lookin' at me, staring
Catch a vibe in Atlanta, run a couple errands
Baby girl, stick it out and put it in the air please
Now, my ship settin' sail, old hoes, wish 'em well
I just got a label check, I'ma get a hundred bales
South Carolina partner come and get a twenty pack
Kit him with a hundred pack, tell him, "****, run wit' that"
Thinkin' 'bout runnin' off, family ain't comin' back
Bread winner Rodman grindin' in the hole where the money at
Touchdown in the 'jects, push-ups, lotta sex
FL, no includin', this not VVS
Iced out Cartier, this not new Patek
Lifestyle all the yay, comin' all you can take
Big .38, Slim in a dope hole
I got this bitch in a chokehold
In Michoacán where the dope sold
She from Sinaloa, she loco
The ups and the downs been a long road
The eagle that Bread Winner logo
Said, "I'ma make her hold on"
I told her to meet me there solo
We go to Tulum, we don't prolong
I told her to not have no clothes on
She caught her a tan, now she rose-gold
I hit from the back wit' the long stroke
I'm cookin' that dope wit' the robe on
I stand in the kitchen, the stove on
Learnt how to fly again, flappin' my wings
Sick 'bout a bitch who was barely for me
Fuck 'bout the public, I'm back in the streets
Give a fuck 'bout a rapper who rappin' like me
Quarantine hit, I was wrappin' them keys
Cedar Hill mansion, relax in the D
Post up and trap out a AirBnB
I'm learnin' how to speak Vietnamese
Can you remind me, now send me them P's
I feel a lil' off 'cause my camels eat weed
They know how I'm livin', respectin' my pimpin'
They knowin' I'm cut from up under they hip
They told me to stay out of trouble
I moved to Atlanta to change my ways
Now, they comparin' me to Big Trouble
'Cause I run a train on your ho every day
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
Havin' my own way in a drought
Praise be to God, I'm en route
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
They gossip about me, don't know who they is
Speak on the king, not controllin' your lips
Secretively wanna choke on the dick
Spit in your, and you choke it again
Yeah, yeah, choke it again, bitch, choke it again
Keep that bitch in your mouth, you heard me?
I'm retarded out here, real life
Havin' my way and it's makin' 'em mad
Big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back
Havin' my way and it's makin' 'em mad
Big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back
Havin' my way and it's makin' 'em mad
Big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back
Yeah, your big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
Aye, I feel amazing, I swear to God now (It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah)
For you to forget me, yeah
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
Written by: Anthony Costley, June James, Kevin Gates, Randy Razz