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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DOM KENNEDY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Hunn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polyseter The Saint
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
I talk a lot of shit 'cause I can back it up (I can back it up)
Four girls in the Porsche, I had 'em lappin' up (Uh)
Everything real solid, on the up and up (On the up and up)
If I let you in, keep it on the hush-hush (Hush)
Everybody want a piece of Dom
'Til they see they can't get nothin' from me, and I'm only chasin' money
I feel closer to God, and right now, He talkin' to me
Sayin' they didn't wanna listen, me, I went the distance
Box with myself and lock with myself
Look in the mirror, these people can't help
Gotta stay strong, believe in yourself, yeah, uh
Think positive and get it back tenfold
Never fold, it takes one to know one, that's the code
Break the mold, give and go, rob the rich, feed the poor
Get some more, stay dedicated, even when it's difficult
Write your own movie, don't end up typecast
Once you do some corny shit, ain't no comin' back (No comin' back)
Once you do some goofy shit, ho, that's your ass
Ain't no lovey-dovey here, you just gettin' smashed
Just do it like Nike, that mean to the max
I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed (Taxed)
I'm from the same city where they started bangin' that, dope slangin' that
But to me, it's more than that
Just do it like Nike, that mean to the max
I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed
I'm from the same city where they first cooked crack
Gangbang gap, but to me, it's way more than that
[Chorus]
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma reinvent, come back with the remix
You boys can't see the clique, nah, this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? I'm Jerry out at Candlestick
[Verse 2]
I be gettin' plenty chicks and them chips, shellfish
Steaks well done, two sides, call it elegance
Smoke, I'm inhalin' it, checks, I be mailin' it
These haters keep on tellin' it, these lames keep on sellin' it
Caught it on the tail end, me? I don't ever bend
I just get it in, another thirty-six-hour cleanse
Damn, Louis Timbs, Forgi' rims, girls callin' in
I want every one of them, let me tell you that again
[Chorus]
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma reinvent, come back with the remix
You boys can't see the clique, nah, this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? Hold on
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma reinvent, come back with the remix
These boys can't see the clique, nah, this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? Bitch
Written by: Christian St. James Cleveland, Dominic Hunn