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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quincey White
Quincey White
Rap
Cheyenne Harrell
Cheyenne Harrell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincey White
Quincey White
Songwriter
Marc Spano
Marc Spano
Songwriter
Cheyenne Harrell
Cheyenne Harrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Spano
Marc Spano
Producer
Dough Networkz
Dough Networkz
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Woke up with my game still strong its a hot streak
Everything I do be the truth ain't no hot seat
When you own the whole damn block ain't no cross street
I'm a son of God but bitch don't cross me
Bitch don't cross me hating on a real one that's where you lost me
Got a bad bitch and she come through bossy
But she gon leave out of an hour later knocked kneed
I woke up still him It's a hot streak ha ha ha ha
First they love me then they hate me then they love me again
But every time I look in the mirror it tell me I'm him
I got the doors on the minivan sliding again
That mean I'm back killing shit now let the story begin
We went from section 8 to buying out the section
Public housing to private addresses
My IP protected all my debts collected
Check my stock portfolio you see progression
Losses was lessons blessed with a winning streak
**** don't listen till you dead so I ain't finna preach
My collection plate come with horses and leather seats
Drip like I'm drenched in holy water a whole lotta game
So bout mine you might get blown out the frame if you step wrong
Glock made in Austria my heart made of teflon
More than what they led on
Sleeping on me ain't the thoughts you wanna go to bed on
Woke up with my game still strong its a hot streak
Everything I do be the truth ain't no hot seat
When you own the whole damn block ain't no cross street
I'm a son of God but bitch don't cross me
Bitch don't cross me hating on a real one that's where you lost me
Got a bad bitch and she come through bossy
But she gon leave out of an hour later knocked kneed
I woke up still him It's a hot streak ha ha ha ha
I'm focus mayne
Been given out dope but they say it ain't enough so I guess it's time to dosage change
I aint usually into magic before I give a hokiss (Hocus) I'll tell a bitch give my dick a pole kiss (Pocus) mayne It got sick when the motion came
cause these bitch **** ah ride the wave till the ocean drain
14 years old, I had some O's to slang
Move the green to the strip like the Oakland A's
Most these lames ain't never seen a Fien take a dope hit
Start flipping like Simone trying to win that gold bitch
On the road like a road trip
While staying true to the code never code switch
Posted in south central Los Angeles
Married to the block cause the streets romanced us
Some in the grave and some in the casket
Still here it must be a reason he lasted
Woke up with my game still strong its a hot streak
Everything I do be the truth ain't no hot seat
When you own the whole damn block ain't no cross street
I'm a son of God but bitch don't cross me
Bitch don't cross me hating on a real one that's where you lost me
Got a bad bitch and she come through bossy
But she gon leave out of an hour later knocked kneed
I woke up still him It's a hot streak ha ha ha ha
Bitch I'm Hot!
Written by: Cheyenne Harrell, Marc Spano, Quincey White
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