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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HeadHuncho Amir
HeadHuncho Amir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
HeadHuncho Amir
HeadHuncho Amir
Songwriter
Marcus Wesley
Marcus Wesley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Perreaon Perry
Johnathan Perreaon Perry
Mixing Engineer
Mystro Exclusive
Mystro Exclusive
Producer
Ziggymadeit
Ziggymadeit
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

('Stro, you a genius)
**** booked up every week, steady beatin' the road up
"Mir bet' not touch a bitch," heard you beat your hoes up
We them fly young ****, that's why the city chose us
**** really wanna come around, why he walk around with his nose up?
Money can't change a real ****, I still'll eat a cold cut
Took a trip to the H, King Johnny got me frozed up
Cash on deck, you can go and ask my jeweler
I'm a certified hustler, but I'm posted with the shooters
****, they know my name from Ledbetter, Wade or Dauphin
In a BP by myself, I'm in the East turnin' off Collins
If my granny seen my bank account right now, she'll start hollerin'
On the block gettin' the wash up, tell School watch the marauder
I'm a young fly ****, 'bout cash, feel like Lucci
**** play, we set it off, youngin' grew up on that Boosie
At this age, if you ain't gettin' paper, boy, your ass foolish
Got the baddest of the baddest, taggin' me, singin' my music
"Mir this, Mir that, Mir real, Mir fake"
Dude ass be talkin' down, so his ho is not safe
"Mir hard, Mir the one," hear that shit every day
Thank God for the blessings, I sit back and just meditate
I'm the type to cash out, I don't like to wait on shit
I don't gotta be in a club, DJ still gon' play my shit
Watch your mouth speakin' on me, it's some people don't play that shit
Tab came to a don, think my **** Saleem paid that shit
On the block, Timbs bust down like I'm from Harlem
Stayin' down, spendin' money on food when I'm starvin'
Acceptin' jail calls 'cause my **** love robbin'
The trappers at my show in the crowd head bobbin'
They know I'm a god in my hood, I stay givin' back
Always had the vision as a kid, just needed them racks
Put me on the flyer at the show, that bitch super packed
Ridin' on the freeway lookin' at it, I'm in somethin' black
Here go you some pape', go out of town, bae, enjoy yourself
Ain't nothin' like these other ****, know I'm top shelf
She a boss too, so she barely like to ask for help
Took some weight up off her shoulders, first she was doin' it by herself
I'm a real ****, ain't gon' lie, the streets love me
Good in any section, where the Crips or where the Bloods be
**** cap a lot, ****, I'm posted where the plugs be
Love that money counter, the only thing can really judge me
**** booked up every week, steady beatin' the road up
"Mir bet' not touch a bitch," heard you beat your hoes up
We them fly young ****, that's why the city chose us
**** really wanna come around, why he walk around with his nose up?
**** booked up every week, steady beatin' the road up
"Mir bet' not touch a bitch," heard you beat your hoes up
We them fly young ****, that's why the city chose us
**** really wanna come around, why he walk around with his nose up?
Written by: HeadHuncho Amir, Marcus Wesley
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