Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Proph
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Proph
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Proph
Producer
Bronson Powell
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Ireland
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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Okay, if I ain't top five because I ain't been in the charts
Then I guess bro ain't robbed guys because he stained 'em with a mask
Guess Jehovah don't exist 'cah we ain't seen him in the flesh
I guess I never crossed the line 'cah you ain't stay behind in class
Best respect it
When PR step inside the premise
Riders got my name on bottles like a chemist (Who?)
The fucking menace (Okay)
I got guys that love the forty but they suck at tennis
We pulling up the clutch to rev it, tryna' duck a sentence
You know, boo, my city active like Chernobyl
They keep the pocket rockets local, not bicoastal
I ain't gangsta, school days I weren't vocal
I favoured Logic everybody else was rocking Pro Tools
I ain't splash out on my shorty for maturity
Five years later, now, my conscious be ignoring me
We in the function, pat downs ain't saying nothing
For my dawg, the only one that ain't on job is the security
If I was you I wouldn't like me either
We playing finders, keeper
Reach for no hands 'cah it ain't nice to meet you
Imagine PR tryna' buy a feature
Man remind me of fiends that pay for high grade, you tryna' bribe a teacher
Had a vision dem told me dem can't see
Now, this shit is Grand National, pussy, dem Grand Pree
They post subs, then see me and show love
And, baby, I'm supposedly the woke rapper that warn peace
****, please
Don't push me when I'm in project mode
Soft inside, pussy, dem boy, they're Oreos
This my brass and take off on a jet flow
I miss my ex, with all respect that bitch slept on the next Hov'
Baby, I'm the next Wretch with less hair
That's the next step, I'll have dreads in six years
You play me and live where?
Which breh? Which dude warn tun up and diss who?
Y'all motherfuckers know what I'm into
What's up?
Real **** (What's up?)
Trill **** (What's up?)
My ill **** and fuck how you feel **** (What's up?)
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Cold **** (What's up?)
Broke **** (What's up?)
My throwd' **** get twist off patrone **** (What's up?)
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My crew **** (What's up?)
New **** (What's up?)
Fi tru **** you know wha' mi **** (What's up?)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (What's up?)
What, what, what (What's up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What's up?)
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I know **** got it out for me, that's why they want my alchemy
Skyline views, I light a spliff beside a balcony
Saving women's digits with the city that they live in
I ain't even tryna flex, it's just the way I place my boundaries
I left school when old friends turnt' bankers
And saw my uni **** take the T inside the campus
I'm on retail and still online for cheap sales
So I guess that's two ways that there's a method to my madness
It's immaculate
Staying alive required arrogance
I'm shy but that just means I'm more alike to dodging cameras
I seen everything, your jaw drop at when reading the mail
Now, I got my city right behind me, I'm leaving a trail
I had rely on all my pride, so I'm scheming as well
They ain't seen a youngen coming like this since Keenan and Kel
The most shadey, labels high to put me on the shelf
If that advance is less than brodis re I'll believe in myself
Think I'm stressing if I hear talking?
Ask you shit then interrupt I feel like Piers Morgan
What else?
Goat level, smoke settles, bitch I'm here for it
What else?
Sheep rappers skin these **** out of sheer boredom
What else?
I'm a smooth talker (Yeah)
White tee wearer (Yeah)
High steez , stunting hard with five week haircuts
Every single sitch I'm in a **** wear the trousers
What a shame I came up in the tight jean era
Suh mi bad
Going international, baby, I bet a grand
Wanna' drop a classic then fly out yard with the gang
Yard man, course I got a foul mouth, the PR's profanity
I can't trip off one ting, the fuck I look like Amerie?
I got bigger fish to fry, that's why I'm on a snapping streak
Like my bro wasn't slanging, tryna' give ur G Q's
At the same damn time he covered up the magazine
What's up?
Real **** (What's up?)
Trill **** (What's up?)
My ill **** and fuck how you feel **** (What's up?)
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Cold **** (What's up?)
Broke **** (What's up?)
My throwd' **** get twist off patrone **** (What's up?)
South side
My crew **** (What's up?)
New **** (What's up?)
Fi tru **** you know wha' mi **** (What's up?)
South side
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What's up?)
What, what, what (What's up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What's up?)
South side (What's up?)
Written by: Proph