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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Vocals
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Songwriter
Armon Stringer
Armon Stringer
Songwriter
Kevin Pennington
Kevin Pennington
Songwriter
Corben Lamb
Corben Lamb
Songwriter
Chris Larcombe
Chris Larcombe
Songwriter
Sam Heeley
Sam Heeley
Songwriter
James Harper
James Harper
Songwriter
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Python P
Python P
Producer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Arnuflo "Arnie" Reyes III
Arnuflo "Arnie" Reyes III
Vocal Recording Engineer
OMA
OMA
Producer

Lyrics

Settle down, settle down, y'all I'd like to take the time to introduce to the Stage, this new young brother I like this brother He go by the name of Soul Burger (Ooh) Cue the sermon My daughter Carson just said "Dada" for the first time And Cali tryna get up and run track (Ha-ha) Ayy, crazy (Man) Steady, are you ready? I like to call myself the God of rap And all of y'all should call me that (What's goin' on?) I hit the studio and talk like that Leave that motherfucker and feel like a fraud In all honesty, I believe, the truth will set you free (Steady, are you ready?) Am I an inmate? I got secrets I'ma die with (What's goin' on?) Am I the greatest or an ingrate? Am I a victim or a villain with a moral compass? (Steady, are you ready?) Did my dirt all by my lonely, no accomplice (What's goin' on?) So when this shit hits the fan I'll be sippin' Apothic Red, but I won't be winin' (Steady, are you ready?) Huh, no boo-hoo's More like BeBe and CeCe, church on the move (What's goin' on?) Right or wrong, my faith was written way before I started writin' (Steady, are you ready?) This ain't a verse, this an excerpt from a seance Ain't really confrontational, but I crave chaos (What's goin' on?) Mayday, mayday Melee, melee (Steady, are you ready?) Ayy, way off the chain like a jeweler's scale Fuck all this gold on me (What's goin' on?) No (Are you ready?) It ain't hard to tell like Sonic's little homie (Steady, are you ready?) Got my soul glowing despite the darkness I harness You'd think these silver linings were straps that keep me from falling (What's goin' on?) Huh, rhyming like I'm flying with angel wings, I just be crawlin' Steady, are you ready? Jesus Christ, am I designed to compete or am I just appallin'? (What's going on? Are you ready?) (Peter and Paul like, you know, that was really crazy, look) These days, I rather work out my flaws than flex on y'all (Steady, are you ready?) A little something's better than a whole lot of nothin' at all (What's goin' on?) Aw, well, hope you read between the lines like when we be spelling wrong Steady, are you ready? Hahaha, spells, see what I'm saying? What's goin' on? Ayy, ayo, Arnie, can I, can I keep it going? I'm down, take a look around (However do you want me?) Uh (However do you need me?) Mic check, one two, mic check (However do you want me?) Turn me up in this bitch (However do you need me?) Can I, can I talk my shit? Can I keep it going real quick? (However do you want me?) I am broke, I am on fucking drugs Don't own shit, I'm paying rent for my babies mom I take a 7.62 for Top Dawg I did jump off a bridge on Del Amo Boulevard I'm blessed, but question why God would have mercy on a junkie Biggest lie I ever told is that it ain't about the money Hopped out the rabbit hole, but now I'm really trippin' I'm still standing here screaming, "Fuck the whole system" Couldn't care any less if you judge me, bitch You don't know what the fuck I did for this shit And I don't know much, but I do know this I got the game in a headlock, I'm like Draymond Yo, you think you fuckin' with the squad just a little bit? (No) Dream on and then apply for your Nembership Lil' bitch, shit ain't been the same without Armon Shit we was on, you would've thought we was out our mind Couple of tickin' time bombs, don't step on our mine But he the reason that me and Danny spinned the block We lost Popeye, but Billy with mommy and Belly with Nas So Ka ain't never really left my side Now we just a fusion like Trunks and Gohan Huh, Huey and Riley combined, knowledge and nines (Do you want me?) Hehehe (However do you need me?) Bang Huh, keep tellin' you, too many They gon' respect a motherfucker now It's 'Nem not them 'Nem not them 'Nem not mother-fuckin'
Writer(s): Armon Stringer, Andrew Boyd, James Harper, Kevin Pennington, Corben Lamb, Chris Larcombe, Sam Heeley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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