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Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
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Amarah
Amarah
Producer
Bassman
Bassman
Producer
Tae Beast
Tae Beast
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Okay Yeah Yeah I gotta be king of this shit All my verses like paintin' a pic All my verses, they came with a brick Say he real, but that ain't who he is He gon' tell if he facin' attempt Eatin' good, left the waiter a tip Now you gotta come and pay me, lil' bitch All this drippin' get the waviest bitch Tell them niggas I could never be number two 'Cause they know I came with the shit I'm from where niggas die over necklaces Unfortunate chain of events Nigga snakin', but he say he your friend Life's a movie, I ain't changin' the script Nigga playin', then we layin' him stiff Mama told you not to play in cement Pinky ring blingin', say it again House money, but I pay up the rent Granny told me I should pray off the sins Flow killer, at the séance again I just let 'em lie, I don't tell my side Boy, the truth always play out the win Granny told me I should pray and repent Self-awareness, ain't no way I'm offended, nigga, is you crazy? I don't care 'bout what you're talkin' 'cause I love me some me (uh-huh) I don't care 'bout what you're talkin' 'cause I love me some me (uh-huh, uh) Bitch, I know my worth God, family, money, in that order (oh, now) Never hatin', that's how I was brought up (oh, oh) God, family, money, in that order (hey, yeah) Please don't be no hater, hey, yeah (hey, yeah) I gotta be king of this shit Life's a bitch and I came in that bitch Love the money, escape and get hitched Nigga, watch where you aimin' that shit I'm from where they believin' in God But they all givin' Satan a kiss All that beefin' music to my ears So don't think I'm unable to riff Fuck around and your bagel get chipped We were poor and unable to get it All this presence, I came with a gift I don't let a ho play with my spirit 'Bout to place me a ring on a missus Gotta watch what you say with your lips Lil' niggas'll smoke on your pack Get out of place and these niggas gon' trip, nigga I don't care 'bout what you're talkin' 'cause I love me some me (uh-huh) I don't care 'bout what you're talkin' 'cause I love me some me (uh-huh, uh) Bitch, I know my, bitch, I know my worth Nick, Grandma said come in the motherfuckin' house She not fuckin' playin' with you Get your stupid ass in the motherfuckin' house Boy, this my last time tellin' you She not motherfuckin' playin', I don't see no smirk on her face Yeah, I'm from the trenches, I got some habits to kick I'm better when back to the fence Penny for thoughts, but I do not have any sense I'm there when the package come in Bitch, I'm big ballin', I use two hands when I piss These niggas don't stand when they piss House full of coke, house full of pussy, that salmon and grits I'm back to business, I'm one of one I do not fly to the trends The MAC in the back of the Benz Spin through your block while they jammin' to Prince I hang with the sharks, I dap up the fish Put cheese on your head like a Packer, lil' bitch Class is dismissed, I planned all this shit These niggas is wildin' The grill on the Bentley is smilin' This must be what happiness is They say revenge is a magical dish The people are poor, the pastor is rich (bitch, I know my worth) My youngin a shooter, that's family tradition She fuck with the G's, her panties gon' drip On behalf of the drip When they fallin' short, I add up the difference Not average, I'm gifted (love me some me) A bad bitch addiction, a savage edition Yeah, I'm from the dirt like Comet and tub, Ajax on the dishes Ain't cut from my cloth, my patterns is different (bitch, I know my worth) Imagine me trippin' Yeah, life is no joke, but I'm laughin' at niggas They trash, I don't get it They clock keep on tickin', we poverty-stricken Half on a baby, you gotta be kiddin' (love me some me) 'Less product is shippin' Niggas should run, always a hundred But I wish you love, peace, and forgiveness, bitch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hm Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Nick Grant, Donte Lamar Perkins, Dominique Allen Sanders, Amarah Amarah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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