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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Son Rob
Rap
KOGA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Manito
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Son Rob
Producer
Czarjulius
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
This is that new world living
I gotta count my minutes
Jt living in time I'm sexy
I haven't hit my limit
I'm too nice gotta conquer the world
Started big boying i'm causing a stir
I been on it i'm stuck on a mission
Run into the jungle pop out with a fur
I don't talk say it all in verse
I'm pissed off this a gift and a curse
I got too much I'm putting this on
We shut down the runs on the third and the first
I got a squadron of soldiers i'm leading the pack
Like a sergeant commanding his army
I'm on ten got opponents on ten
Why u wanna be friends know u trying to harm me
I get noticed a lot, I'm a catch
And she want it fast she wanna get on me
Got a slugger for hits on hits on hits like Shohei Ohtani
Too many pros so they never leave
I'm way too in peace with who i become
Y'all better keep me outta the doors
I'm way too impulsive do my own stunts
They loving me, I'm being me
Thats why gliding this bitch i ain't done
Ain't really tripping I'm just having fun
I got the gas gas cunt
Run me the fee, I'm big in the east
My city is losers they never get deep
They need a saviour, who gonna save em
They got impatient they looking at me
My bros told me, that i had choice
But how can i save who don't wanna be free?
How can i make them wanna be useful
In this I'm scratching the bottom to see
Touch down in Osaka then i bounce
Neon lights and the streets signs
Bill boards that i can't pronounce
I'm not from around here
She want to show me shit in town
I don't want no problems feel like a target
Then I'm out, i got too much yen to count
My understanding of timing
I been focused got this in alignment
I'm a globetrotter of the finest
Seeing em get curious by my finance
Moving too quick to ever stop me
Blow a bag down in Tsuruhashi
I been eye catching making heads turn
You can't counterfeit they know it's not me
I don't get FOMO bitch I'm in style
I want a grammy off wav files
I want my checks independent
My bitch independent, my penning be versatile
Shit i been saying to them been
Over they heads its been so for a while
They been fried to say the least
Im seeing frauds swim its getting wild
They've watered it down, they stuck in past
I'm looking a way forwards to get it back
So much to account for that's on the pad
I'm studying smoke and mirrors with the stats
Bitch you my pet peeve, so gimme space
I'm just world away don't hit my line
Always the same bitch tryna text me
Got a man, and that's every time
Who said im too smart for my own good
I wrote it down and crack the code look
Now watch me go and cook the books with it
Have the numbers looking like a phonebook
I want the new whips that's out
The showroom, a daytona and a rolls too
Cuz my drive a bit too much
If you dont believe me imma show u
Touch down in Osaka then i bounce
Neon lights and the streets signs
Bill boards that i can't pronounce
I'm not from around here
She want to show me shit in town
I don't want no problems feel like a target
Then I'm out, i got too much yen to count
Written by: Roberto Manito