Top Songs By Joseph Black
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joseph Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph j Tuttle
Composer
Kareem Akil Green-Watson
Composer
Luis Campozano
Composer
Brandon Walsh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nonnative
Producer
N9NTHGRADE
Producer
Bordeaux
Producer
Bennie Briggman
Mixing Engineer
Michael Briggman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Intro)
Ay Issa different vibe with them drugs when you drop em off
And when you pick em up yourself you get to noddin off,
Got people worried they hurry to tell you knock it off,
I know they talk like they know me but really not at all,
(Hook)
Smoke gelato in my blunt love when the flavor full,
Cuttin bricks just like vocals until the razor dull,
I’m really from it they frontin can tell they fake it all,
I’m on my way up to the top and they praying I fall,
Ay ay, they sayin he the man,
He relapsed off the fetty and fuckin up his plans
Thank the label for the love I’m flippin my advance
The way I’m ridin on these drums you’d think I lead the band
(Verse)
Got me going to church and I’m foldin my hands
So much money on me don’t fit in my pants
Issa different vibe when you poppin off, ay
Issa different vibe when you noddin off,
Ay Wake up wake up wake Joseph common wake up,
Overdose 2 times and that’s some shit can’t make up,
Prolly in your city chasing all the paper
Prolly text your bitch and tell her See You Later
Feelin like I’m chosen thankin God I’m chosen,
All the shit i freestyle
All the shit I’ve wroten
No one understand what my blunt smoke like
If you hit this shit you prolly get to choking
(Hook)
Smoke gelato in my blunt love when the flavor full,
Cuttin bricks just like vocals until the razor dull,
I’m really from it they frontin can tell they fake it all,
I’m on my way up to the top and they praying I fall,
Ay ay, they sayin he the man,
He relapsed off the fetty and fuckin up his plans
Thank the label for the love I’m flippin my advance
The way I’m ridin on these drums you’d think I lead the band
(Verse 2)
I put the runtz inside the streets smoke gelato the most
Push out pounds put on pounds
No more butter toast
Chasin the crown it’s going down
Oh he doing the most
I was my city’s favorite trapper I got all the votes
Learned that from Capone
Talk to him on the phone
Yellin free my mans until he coming home
All the lawyer fees paid as soon as I got on,
All that loyalty faded from y’all once he was gone,
Okay I changed like I’m supposed to but aint never switch up,
If you can’t tell the difference you the ones I’m getting rid of,
They left us early cuz they could see not the bigger picture
I’m strictly backwood blowin Capone still rolling Swishers
(Hook)
Smoke gelato in my blunt love when the flavor full,
Cuttin bricks just like vocals until the razor dull,
I’m really from it they frontin can tell they fake it all,
I’m on my way up to the top and they praying I fall,
Ay ay, they sayin he the man,
He relapsed off the fetty and fuckin up his plans
Thank the label for the love I’m flippin my advance
The way I’m ridin on these drums you’d think I lead the band
Written by: Brandon Walsh, Joseph j Tuttle, Kareem Akil Green-Watson, Luis Campozano