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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nyck Caution
Nyck Caution
Vocals
Seamus McNamara
Seamus McNamara
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nyck Caution
Nyck Caution
Composer
Seamus McNamara
Seamus McNamara
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seamus McNamara
Seamus McNamara
Producer

Lyrics

Aye
Look at what we made
Look at where we goin'
Aye
Everybody wanna see me stop
Breaking down walls no sheetrock
Hot boy steaming off top like teapots (Aye, yeah)
Y'all want smoke then get hit with a detox
Coast to coast been a pro shoot knee locks
Y’all don’t rap, the bars weak those cheap shots
Fuck it I came through blazin'
Call me Kanye Wes Craven
Been a villain I don’t need no praisin'
No cape I don’t do no savin'
Aye shit look what you made him
Took everything look what you gave him
I don’t no handouts bitch
I’m a stand outside til it plan out bitch
I’m a man now
Pull 100 grand out quick
On ya chick pic look at how she fan out Nyck
Life’s a trip but it panned out
Even with a man down
Got my whole team a chip
I don’t need a grip
I just needed a flip
Then flip that 10 times
And we see what it get
Yea I
That’s why I had a bone to pick
Had to control the ship
So I could go legit
Let’s get it goin'!
Leading the charge
Team full of dogs
Sinkin our teeth in 'em
Rip 'em all apart
Even when we was counted
Even the odds
Leave it to God
Even the odds
I got a
Pocket to fill
I ain’t stopping until
I get it poppin forreal
Nyck been a problem
Not of all y’all know it
But soon as you do
You’ll be coppin' a plea
Ya wifey be coppin' a feel
Monster I'm plottin' to kill
Make up your mind I got options
To get to
I hope it upset you
That nobody stopping me
Went to the bottom and still
Climbed to the top of the hill
Surfing the wave
And you know it get windy
I’m ridin' the current
And hopin' it guide me a 'lil
I’m following none
So I be used to the feel
Fuck it I use it as fuel
Wait til I stop and reveal
What I got up my sleeve (Aye)
Way to modest I be (Aye)
I would die for whatever I need (Aye)
Just look at what I bleed (Aye)
Leading the charge
Team full of dogs
Sinkin our teeth in 'em
Rip 'em all apart
Even when we was counted
Even the odds
Leave it to God
Even the odds
Leading the charge
Team full of dogs
Sinkin our teeth in 'em
Rip 'em all apart
Even when we was counted
Even the odds
Leave it to God
Even the odds
Written by: Nyck Caution, Seamus McNamara
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