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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jdot Breezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacourey Rivers
Songwriter
Simone Di Franco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simo Fre
Producer
Lyrics
2019 on up, I started thuggin'
Was forced in this shit and stood on ten ever since (Simo Fre)
Held my own ****, so take that and get the fuckin' concept
I'm accountable from there on up, that's facts
Tell the truth about me bitch, I stand on business, never fakin'
Ask around, I bang this bitch and crash out, no hesitation
Want me to respond to bullshit, you flockin' bitch and yo' ass hated
I said something in self-defense, I was a minor ball playin'
A follower just what I was, my image wasn't no fuckin' gangster
I hit the streets 2019, and I got proof, go check the data
I ain't had no street knowledge, but now I do, and bitch that cake up
I surpassed you, and you pitched, your album flunked, and it ain't shake nothin'
Popout cap ass got released, victims went to court, ****, not me
I ain't get a **** shooked up the road, lyin' ass bitch **** on me
Try to make it seem that he got charged with old shit from 2017
Go look it up, all the **** charges say 2020 down to '23
All on the internet tryna cap, chasin' that clout until we meet
I done drew blood, stepped in that mud, and got my boots dirty for the team
All on the internet pussy ****, tell the world how we knocked down three
Say it ain't nun happened 'bout Leeke, Spazz2x got his ass sleeped
Fuck Rod K, **** fuck Petey, and fuck a **** named Trey D
Bibby got his stupid ass ran down, young **** too slow on his feet
Teki got caught, Mitch got bought, your momma damn near got knocked off
Her shooters still walkin' to this day, you ain't drill nothin', ****, you soft
You tryna strip me from my pride and dignity, wanna kill my image
You been rapping for like ten years, I caught you, now you envy
Wanna dig shit up, okay, well pussy, go dig up your daddy
Dig up Mitch, go dig up Bibby, and the last **** got splattered
Wanna post 'bout me, you pussy, made you ass a pallbearer
Yo' ass floppin', now you tryna take a **** down wit' cha
Over five souls got took and I got merch clown, ****
I got merch, I slung that iron, got merch, I ran shit down, ****
And all these **** hos talk about me, know I'm bangin' heat
****, fuck everybody, fuck from 'round you wouldn't believe
Explaining what these **** know, I stepped on shit, fuck who don't fuck with me
I'm piped up by myself, no fuckin' help, that's how it's 'posed to be
And all you pussy **** in my DMs, try your luck with me
Bitch mask up and come get me, I'ma kill anything that come for me
More blood gonna be shed, everything dead, ****, don't run from me
I'm solo, I ain't no mans, ridin' around with a Drac', **** on a hunting spree
I had NFL dreams back in 2017
I stole a car, been a follower gangsta wasn't me
**** I wasn't thuggin', I ain't know nothing about the streets
2019, I portrayed gangsta image
You had your momma sleepin' on the floor, pussy bitch
In that O, ****, your brother your family incest, y'all sick
You got your momma hit, your ass got hit, stupid, and your bitch
Everything you 'round get slaughtered, must be sacrificing jits
I'll take out any **** that's tryna play me
That's on all for my baby (my baby)
I got hats, let's get it bangin', pray for him see what he thinkin'
Internet be undefeated like why I respond, fuck explainin'
Don't fuck with me, I don't give a fuck, ****
Suck my gun, bitch stay dangerous
Let's go head for head, bitch, a drama queen, 'cause your music flop
Been flop for four years, you came for me so it could hype you up
Well, let me tell you this stupid, you made my music streams go up
So just keep postin' me, yo' ass gon' fuck around and blow me up
I hopped off the porch in 2019 and got my poles up
Got forced into the streets from that forward, I never froze up
I bought the biggest hat, I'm MVP, I shook your whole block
The last **** that came for me, he swerved, I wet the whole car
You ain't still get back for Mitch nor Buck or the old head (or the old head)
Young crew, them **** dumb with it, hop out, blow his ass (blow his ass)
Double D, this bitch got dumb titties, drop a hunnid then (hunnid then)
I'm cashin' out on sticks, I got enough shit for a hunnid man (a hunnid man)
****, it ain't funny when we hop out, shoot your stomach in (your stomach in)
He fall we stand over him, my bro gon' chase the other man (the other man)
On IG tryna be a troll, get back for your brother then (brother then)
A funeral you went last, ****, bullets smother him (smother him)
Pussy, I ain't choose this shit, this shit chose me
Whole city know I was a civilian until I was forced into the streets, bitch
I started playin' with that iron 2019
I jumped off the porch, 2019
That's when I took on the street gangsta image, bitch
I'm accountable from there on out, pussy
You tryna control the motherfuckin' narrative
Lyin' to these motherfuckin' people
2019, I became a gangsta and I remained a gangsta, ****
Ever since I stood on all ten, **** never played me
No, none of that shit ****, check the sheets, ****, on bro, ****
Ho-ass ****, you mad 'cause you floppin', bitch
Trash-ass, **** music ain't even relevant in the city no more, ****
You fell off, I ain't respondin' no more, it's 2023, you ain't in '17
I wasn't thuggin', bitch
Written by: Jacourey Rivers, Nathan Stanley, Simone Di Franco