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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
McKinley Dixon
Lead Vocals
Anthony Cavanaugh
Bass Guitar
DeSean Gault
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
McKinley Dixon
Composer
Teller Bank$
Composer
Sam E. Yamaha
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam E. Yamaha
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jason Agel
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Williams
Engineer
Alex DeJong
Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, back to wearin' all my jewelry again
A Black king feel the fury again
I'll swim in fire 'fore I'm judged by a jury of men
Circumstances of the world make it absurd when we win, uh
[Chorus]
Yeah, back to wearin' all my jewelry again
A Black king feel the fury again
I'll swim in fire 'fore I'm judged by a jury of men
Circumstances of the world make it absurd when we win, uh
[Verse 1]
I heard
From the window, I hear my name
Said differently each time, the space between it, the same
The sound from where she come from, and her mama 'fore she came
I nod to the second floor, a smile, simple exchange
I think I'm losing my vision
As the past get further away, thoughts revoke they permission
To be called upon like gods, I need to make the decision
If it's life or death, aim for his cleft, sun and trees, the only ref
Hey, no need to answer yet, but
Can I have your stories when you gone?
I'm fiending
Itching to make my way to forever
I'm scheming
Hoping these **** don't get too clever
These demons
Just so hellbent on being so heaven-sent
Burning through whatever next
Just to find out what forever meant
Teaming
Up with the thought that I don't need you
I'm leaving
Outta the house, just till the light
Look through the screen door, seen when we danced all night
Don't cry, skin the tone that let us hide in night sky
She blowin' up ya phone and you miss her, ****, don't lie
Smokin', jokin', like if we see that boy, is you gon' ride?
If the house is burning down, how could we survive? Yeah
God damn, ****, don't just say all that concerning shit
Besides, you should know, none of this is permanent
I mean, sitting in this car mean you got a point
Sorry I put vaseline on 'fore hitting ya joint
Water wash over is a dance to anoint
But brown liquor help me pirouette 'round the point, yeah
[Verse 2]
Okay
Shit
I hit you right when I land
In another country that's never gone be seen by my mans
Rising sun, when I wake up, you put the money in hand
We stick you with the doohickey like you was leading Japan (Bang)
Hanging with ya'll got me asking, "Where the wonder at?"
You and Hanes got in common? Know ya **** front to back
If it don't make mama mad, where the fun in that?
I'm tryna be everywhere that the sun is at!
Red holes up in his fleece
You know that we finna drop when the drama getting increased
Mama got a new house, on my life, she get a new lease
Rest of the money spent on findin' ways to raise the deceased
And I'ma do it too, except ya signee when he drop
I'm heavy handed, and I blame that shit right on my pops
Even boy in wheelchair finna hear the shots, get out and hop
Sweeper wet ya back, ah, guess his ass more like a mop!
Ain't just gone hit him, we gone stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Hidden message in the morse code, go pop, pop, dash, pop
Antoinette, ya mans gon' get his head chop of his top
Texting, "Please don't do it!" Reply like dot, dot, dot, dot
It's not a diss if he not gon' mention me
I love hearing stories, and I love laughing intentionally
So I welcome it, but to respond is below me
I take the magic out of pocket, put it with the homies
He gon' get you
Run
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Ride with them locusts, bro, we ain't no civilians
Ride with it on me, if it's smoke, then it's fire, we drillin'
Tried told ****, nah, I don't wanna kill 'em
Don't no lives matter to me when I get in my feelings
Bitch, I'm sensitive!
Came with lead, brought them pencils in
'87 swing like a pendulum
If I'm swingin', I'm swingin' for fences then
Them and dead is a synonym, him and him
Bet this chopper spit quicker than Eminem
Bet this chopper split **** from limb to limb
Lately, my aim been shaky, no semi-in
Fully auto, a bottle of Henny and a
Couple blunts and some Benjamins
I can't fuck if she don't come with benefits
Just been rappin' and packin' and sendin' it
And we was into that before the internet
Bitch who want it, whoever could get it next
I was Road Runner, dump a whole clip, I bet he hold somethin'
Never knew nothin', never told nothin'
Never half steppin', need the whole one
If I get a whole one, I bet I let you hold some
With this shotgun, I'm a shogun
When it's showtime, I bet I showed up, bitch ****, uh
Written by: McKinley Dixon, Sam E. Yamaha, Teller Bank$