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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Potter Payper
Potter Payper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gottfried Nortey
Gottfried Nortey
Songwriter
Jamel Bousbaa
Jamel Bousbaa
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GX
GX
Producer
Lewi White
Lewi White
Mixing Engineer
Will Lite
Will Lite
Mixing Engineer
Aaronorage
Aaronorage
Recording Engineer
Chucks
Chucks
Recording Engineer
Joe Brice
Joe Brice
Assistant Recording Engineer
Calum Landau
Calum Landau
Recording Engineer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer

Lyrics

I never been a F boy, this ain't no forgery Ain't no fraud in me or war in me, you're warnin' me? They turnt bad, they must be drunk and disorderly I see them off the internet and deal with 'em accordingly Clean hearts always seem to be the poorest people Your life's a movie, but nobody ever saw a sequel When I die, don't cry, I need a whole cathedral I think jealousy and greed's like the purest evil Ten years I been rappin' Six I was in the can, thе whole ten I stayed trappin' Whеn they was false flaggin', I was getting shit crackin' Even in jail, I was making shit happen I shared the link with Money and Flex cah that's standard Basic rider, I'll be lucky if I'm standard I trapped out a cat's house like it was abandoned Now I need a mansion and I need a expansion Marilyn your Manson, still rockin' with the mandem and we're rollin' All I see is me, I don't see no opponents Every time I rap, it's like a walk of atonement I talk about the shame and the life I'm condonin' Man are talkin' in the hood 'bout some dough I still owe them So I'ma still rap about this gun I still roll with Talk about this weed that I'm back-to-back smokin' We all in the streets, but I'm the one who brung the hope in Me who kicked the door in, now they pay him like they owe him Nothin' you can show him Still frontline, their sideline like a throw-in, you dickhead I got Richard money, get your Judy delivered I still fight with my demons, pray I'll soon be delivered I'm in love with my freedom, in my mental, I take beautiful pictures I wanna tell you all about it, but you wouldn't listen Some days, I'm one step away from a stupid decision I'm in and out with a bag, I ain't losin' my rhythm You don't want my opinion when the sky is your limit You can stay in your feelings, I'm gonna chase me some millions Make me a legacy, I got bricks for the buildin' They just rappin' 'bout drillings and they killin' civilians Somebody take a look at the children and heal them I'm prayin' for my boys who got G's and appealed them I knew your intentions before you revealed them I never been a dumb boy, there ain't no fool in me I'm a diamond geezer in and out my jewelry It's like the studio's the gym and I'm the orderly Every day, I'm doin' sets for the set, I pray you thought of me Underground, underdog, underpaid, overworked I'm a public servant, I bag it up and serve Hope the feds don't observe cah them birds are absurd How you still sellin' dark in the dirt? This legacy I'm building, it's become a obsession I made it out the streets, come and hear my rendition You can't trick me out my freedom I don't really need your features, so I don't want the splits if it ain't even I know you judge me on a pretense I'm submerged, you won't even get your feet wet Every day, I'm makin' money I don't need yet I'm on the M-way listenin' to Devil's Rejects I'm thinkin' 'bout my massive, I mean passive income I used to run blocks, now I pay to spin some Some days, I wake up, I can't believe the outcome I'm in Hakkasan, but i don't eat the dim sum And I don't eat the duck too, but tell them bring some Nowadays I got choices like I licked a big one Should I wear the pinky or my lightnin' link one? Ah
Writer(s): Adam King Feeney, Jamel Bousbaa, Gottfried Nortey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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