Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Son Rob
Performer
Caexar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Manito
Songwriter
Aboubacar Thioye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Son Rob
Producer
Lyrics
Uh, I only slow to pull my brothers up
I been focused, been taught to stomp the runners up
I make my hands bleed still wonder if I done enough
Bro what u did since then I bet it’s nothing much
HAD TO SAVE MYSELF CUZ NO ONE ELSE COULD GIMME THIS
OH SHE IMPRESSED, WHERE U BEEN NOW IM LIT
HAD TO LISTEN IN, IM TRYNA PLAN OUT WHAT IS NEXT
ALL THESE BITCHES SAYIN U DON'T RESPOND TO NONE MY TEXTS
YEAH BITCH I DID THAT, I NEVER LET HER GET ON TOP CUZ I COULD NEVER SIT BACK
A LOT OF SMOKE AND MIRRORS U MUDAFUCKAS WHERE YA HITS AT
I PUT THAT SHIT ON TARGET EVERY TIME BRO THIS A MISMATCH
I BETTER GET ON BILLBOARD IN A MINUTE WHERE THE LIST AT?
… IM ON MY WAY SOON
I MAKE SURE THAT SOMEONE MISS OUT CUZ I TAKE TWO
I HIT A SPOT SHE NEVER FELT THAT SHIT A BREAKTHROUGH
I NEVER LET EM GET A BREAK, I LET EM MAKE DUE
I BEEN WYLIN SINCE I WAS A KID
HAD TO GO AND FACE UP WHAT I FEARED
KNOW THEY FUCKED UP SHOULDNT LET ME STEER
TAKE IT FURTHER THAN THEY EVER DID
WHAT I DID!
What I did is killed them all dead
Fake rap deities obituary read
Wrote it on black pages with the yellow text
It's the evil rap genius make a jaundice fellow fled
Rag tag teammates with bounties on they head
Don't butthead with Beavis, Rob don't miss with infrared
Spill a playboy double helix, that's a whole lotta red
Mr. Ferb and he be Phineas, smoking herb & twistin' hemp
But the roach is never dead, dead, dead
Dead man walkin' zombie famished need a spread
Gluteus nyash on the bed, catching head like Harvey Dent
Christopher Walken, dread headed pussy killin' Nathan threat
Villain immolating plebs
I BEEN WYLIN SINCE I WAS A KID
HAD TO GO AND FACE UP WHAT I FEARED
KNOW THEY FUCKED UP SHOULDNT LET ME STEER
TAKE IT FURTHER THAN THEY EVER DID
WHAT I DID!
Written by: Aboubacar Thioye, Roberto Manito