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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Puerile
Songwriter
Solomon Chan Sau
Songwriter
Lyrics
Riddle me this
How my arm stretch past your reach extended
Still on my ones, I'm still independent
Been doing me and you still get offended
I really can't win
If not fucking with you is a sin, no need to pretend
We don't have to be friends
I swear I'm a business man in the end
I swear I'm a business man for these ends
I bring it right back to the area
You really ain't show me you care enough
I gave you the world I gave you my gift
Your hands in your pockets still staring us down
I know that you scared of us now
I'm in the club and the music's loud
So please chat nice when I'm out and about
These A&R's acting the smartest
Why they still out here talking the hardest
When the repertoire reads like a bad love song cause they couldn't make it as an artist
I ain't tryna hear none of that shit
Talk like they 'bout the action
Made in the west I'm tapped in
They could never match my passion
Talk numbers turn em to fractions
Riddle me this
How they love this area shit til it ain't fit into their regimen it's
Wild how they all on my dick
Think they'd be brand Four Season or Skyns (fuck around)
Ain't safe tryna play with the area kids
This Industry scary as shit
Bout time that they see what the area is
Swear mums it's the whole paycheck
No cap drown on the wave check
Nah lad can't frown cuz gotta take steps
No love in this shit when the culture pay checks
Night sweats turn into day sweats
Night grind turn into days spent
My time, make 'em rotate heads
Stay lit, let 'em all stay vexed
So riddle me that
Front reg but I'm serving em crack (told you's)
Puerile and Sollyy got slaps like locals
Loved the west til the west got vocal
Play they bluff cards tapped like Opals
I'm a cunt but a cunt stay hopeful
Want beef but they type on tofu
Ain't sweet tryna front like
Aye
Riddle me
Written by: Isaac Puerile, Solomon Chan Sau