Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ivish
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivish Malik
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ivish Malik
Producer
Lyrics
Lost in my own
Thoughts on the road
God on the phone
Lately I’ve been getting dial tones
Nobody want to talk to me
I don’t wanna either
I’m just tryna get this money
I’m the youngest prodigy
Look I won the lottery
Know that I’m a star
Still these women startle me
Came and took my light
Turn out its a robbery
Boys got competition they keep trying to topple me
What you gon’ say?
What you gon’ do?
Who you gon’ pray to?
What you gon’ lose?
What you doing fool?
Love the people I love man
Money all in the cut man
Y’all don’t wanna give a fuck man
Cash coming like Tubman
Soccer moms in Burbank
Minivans playing Wu Tang
I don’t need your two cent
Thank her she turned me to a new man
If it ain’t me who then
If its not me well
100 million on the vision board
But the fit from a thrift store
Designing like I’m Tom ford
Going fast like I’m flying in a concord
Good boy with a world tour
French girls screaming encore
Help me write my thoughts down
Scribble when I’m not sure
Trust me I’m just talking to God
We been talking a lot and if I can’t get a hold of him
I’m talking to Raj yeah
Or it’s Pulkit or Satyum or Yuvi or Suri
With the circle I’m choosey
When it’s late night we’re cruising
And reaching conclusions of greatness
Delusions led us to places that we was pursuing
I ain’t never had to lie about shit
I was 13 when I found this
Since that day never doubted
Drugs and women I messed around with
Different hoods I’m switching outfits
Pro shooter but I was a novice
Light in me and I’m running off it
Light in me and I’m
Written by: Ivish Malik