Upcoming Concerts for Channel Tres & JPEGMAFIA
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Channel Tres
Performer
JPEGMAFIA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrington Hendricks
Songwriter
Benni Ola
Songwriter
Nick Sylvester
Songwriter
Rome Castille
Songwriter
Sheldon Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Sylvester
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Throwin' money in the air, can't drop the ball
If I do Black Moses on call
Ain't about me, ain't about me
[Verse 2]
I used to ask for change in the streets
Now I'm changin' the streets
Mama, I'ma break you off
Yeah, tell me what you need
I'm the new swap meet
I told you I'ma break you off
I'ma break you off (Oof)
Yeah, I'ma break you off
Everybody wanna break
They don't wanna pay the cost (Cost)
[Verse 3]
Y'all **** cook, no need for prep
They just want mentions, I got the check
No need for wallet, don't pay for shit
Check the way a **** from Compton sell his shit
[Verse 4]
It ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Throwin' money in the air, can't drop the ball
If I do Black Moses on' call
Ain't about me, ain't about me
[Verse 5]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
[Verse 6]
****, I'ma bitch, how could you tell?
I'm skippin' to the bank, bars age like Pharrell (Yeah)
They treat me like a dog, whatever fuck this industry
Pretty in the face, touch my body call it infantry
Man, you been a ho, I'ma guess since infancy
Only way you get to me is if you put that fuckin' pistol into me
My enemies always movin' goal posts, it's killin' me
**** wanna finish me but this ain't MK
Put them 30's in the 40's, bitch let's play this Melee
'Cause when I pull the pistol out they sing like Ella Mai, Mai
Because what **** do be different from what **** say (Facts)
I pistol whip a **** dressed like I caught the bouqet
Word to DOT, these crackers wanna hunt me, hold me heart
Thought I would't buss back, bitch, I ain't Rosa Parks
Sub daddy catch me chokin' **** like Bart
I'm the new Moses, beard to my colon
Keep the Commandments back-seat of the Focus
Next year, bitch, I'm tryin' to be the next Oprah, it's hopeles
[Verse 7]
Ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Throwin' money in the air, can't drop the ball
If I do Black Moses on call
Ain't about me, ain't about me
[Verse 8]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
[Verse 9]
Aye, aye, aye, **** you got that shit
Aye, show 'em how Compton do it
Aye ****
[Verse 10]
Lookin' for the sauce?
Alfredo with the beats boy presto change up
Uh, uh, uh, homie, get your weight up
Shit so good put it in containers
Ain't about me, ain't about me
[Verse 11]
Y'all **** cook, no need for prep
They just want mentions, I got the check
No need for wallet, don't pay for shit
Check the way a **** from Compton sell his shit
[Verse 12]
It ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Ain't about me, ain't about me
Gotta cook it up, 'cause my **** hungry
Throwin' money in the, air can't drop the ball
If I do Black Moses on call
Ain't about me, ain't about me
[Verse 13]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Written by: Nick Sylvester, Sheldon Young, Barrington Hendricks, Benni Ola, Rome Castille
