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SWAVAY
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SWAVAY
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SWAVAY
Producer
Walter Tinsley
Recording Engineer
Ash Levi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
And I made dis beat
I'm LeBron James
Everything fall on me
I watched everybody count me out
Bruh everyone was sleep
Remember I watched you eat
And you Wouldn't break me off no piece
You was praying all on my downfall
I can see it all on your face
Better know God don't like ugly
And you ain't the only that prays
5th grade
Used to pick on me cause I ain't have no jays
Now I can watch Ja play the Knicks
And sit right next to Jay
I remember every one that hated
Wrote down every name
Now what you gon' say
**** god make no mistakes
I'm the new biggie smalls
I'm the new Beyoncé
I got bad bitch right now
She only call me Andre
Wasn't you the one that said
I wouldn't leave the block
We was all broke
All of us fugzai g shocks
All I had was hammy downs
dis my cousins reeboks
I had **** telling me that I was born to be shot
Now ya hoe wanna freak me
Don't make me post the screenshot
**** turned they back on me
I'm never forget
I was twittter everyday
Just praying I would make list
Now look what Billy did
Now you gon suck Billy dick
Fuck em
Everyone that count me out before fuck em
I watch me do my Billy dance
Count a milly dance
I can't even talk
Unless we talking millions
What you know bout sleeping on the floor
With the roaches
Rent due sign on the door when you approach it
Fuck you
Fuck where you from
Fuck allat
Now that I'm up twinjamin I want all that
Left my old label they was playing 'bout the chicken
I'd cut off my mamma she just don't see the vision
You doing too much thinking
Now it's time to make decisions
I always seen it different
I knew that I was gifted
My first tour I didn't make no money
When I came home
Had to pay my dues
**** said I should've stayed home
I stayed in the Stu
While you lil **** cut the game on
Don't even think bout talking to me if you finna say my name wrong
Real shit
True fucking story this is no bullshit
I was just about to sign
I was just about to drop
Then the paperwork stopped cause they signed Will Smith
I had **** making promises
To do the opposite
Now I ain't paying no more dues
And no more paying homages
I ain't got no money to clear this sample
I'm still dropping it
I ain't holding on you hoes
**** Billy poppin' it
Fuck em
Everyone that count me out before fuck em
I watch me do my Billy dance
Count a milly dance
I can't even talk
Unless we talking millions
What you know bout sleeping on the floor
With the roaches
Rent due sign on the door when you approach it
Fuck you
Fuck where you from
Fuck allat
Now that I'm up twinjamin I want all that
Written by: SWAVAY