Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gabe 'Nandez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Fernandez Traore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
101 Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Black sunny roads, cash, money, hoes
Gas money, pass fast money, trash bummy clothes
Rap money, Nasdaq money, tax money grow
Bad bunnies, fat ass honeys, stash money go
[Verse 2]
Black monkey flow, stack money rolls
Hash money, brown bag money, crack money stove
Craps money, in the back money, clap money pros
Craft money, make you laugh funny, cash money cold
[Verse 3]
You gotta get you a grip
Spend a lottery ticket, too many pockets to fit
It's five o'clock in the morning and somebody's on my six
It's 12 o'clock right in front of me, on the block with my kicks
[Verse 4]
I'm never shocked at the way that these people shake with the ship
To shift your shape like a weasel, is this the fate of a king?
Yo shorty, show me a reason to change the way that I act
I don't want no love from you, let me just keep it a stack
[Verse 5]
Thats a fact son, it feel like the Iliad when I build
I don't deal with idiots 'cause them idiots get you killed
I deal with the spirits, they deal the lyrics, it's in my will
Sitting by the river, look at the pyramid on the bill
[Verse 6]
Odysseus in that Oddysey
Took the hand of the gypsy, read my palm, tried to swallow me
All I see is history slowly slaloming, obviously
RIP Nipsey, RIP to Jimi and Prodigy
[Verse 7]
Make a wish on a star
You'll thank me later after you receive a kiss from a god
The navigator, the holy re-calibrator, the Faun
The agitator, the one who removed the brick from the wall
[Verse 8]
I'm that **** for sure, homie you gon' see
What it is, who I am, **** that's what it's gon' be
Like Galactus the planet sit in my arms reach
Army jackets, you took a turn on the wrong street
[Verse 9]
Art of rapping, I copped the book from a teacher
Sweating my technique, you need to follow the leader
Son, you zebra I'm a cheetah, yo you Krillin, I'm Vegeta
I'm a villain, I'm a seeker plus a dragon like Machida
[Verse 10]
Son, I'm Derek fucking Jeter, I'm hitting them home runs
How I'm swinging for the fences, you know that I want some
Who doesn't? You fucking bugging for not respecting the kid
When bro was locked in the pen you was plotting on how to win
Written by: Gabriel Fernandez Traore
