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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rome Streetz
Lead Vocals
Conductor Williams
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rome Streetz
Recording Engineer
Conductor Williams
Producer
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Shit gotta hit harder (Conductor, we have a—)
[Instrumental]
I been on my shit, ****
Yeah, yeah (It's the best, ****)
Yeah, ayy (Fuck out of here, yo)
[Verse 1]
Need a drop-top Chevy and a old-school Porsche (Yeah)
I been off the porch, I been had the force
I been on the court, you been on the snort (Uh-huh)
I been on what you been onto more (These **** washed)
Got views from the top, but I been on the floor
Stylin' on you **** like I been on before (Uh-huh)
She love me down, I put dick in a whore
We got money now, we up on the score (Yeah)
She love me, she love me not
If the pussy is good, I'ma spin the block (Yeah)
I'm a one-of-one, no **** in my spot (Nah)
Turned a couple of crumbs to a cinder block (Cash)
I've seen all of my funds spinnin' in the pot (Woo)
I'm the one that these bums tryna kick it like
You my son, but I shine with a different light
I'm like Glitter Mike in some Virgil Nikes, we are not alike (Never)
She said that I'm handsome, she wanna come home with a ****, you know that I took it down (Yeah)
I'm in the class all by myself, I'm a special kid, I see no one when I look around (Nobody here)
[Outro]
Ayy
I'm in the class all by myself, I'm a special kid, I see no one when I look around (Fuck out of here)
[Instrumental]
Oh-so
No, the—
More about jail code
(Conductor)
Uh
[Verse 2]
It all started off with a thought (Uh-huh)
Put ten toes in the floor, bet it all, now he top of New York (Yeah)
If it ain't the guap, then I ain't stoppin' to talk (Fuck out of here)
Knock it off, lately I'm who they all watch and applaud
The new superstar, used to keep the ox in his drawer (Uh-huh)
Now I'm flexin' hard, whore, this ain't the luck of the draw (Nah)
He saw a plan, plot, strategizin', now he enterprisin'
It ain't surprisin', my stock risin' (Money)
You fucked up at rock bottom, it's millions on my horizions
Pretty vibes want me to slide and be my fling (Uh-huh)
I'm undefeated like Floyd in the ring
Jab, hook, cross, uppercut whoever you bring
How many times I gotta tell you cornballs you'll never get a win? (Never)
When God made me, he was showin' off (Uh-huh)
Been a golden child, He ain't give this type of glow to y'all (Nah)
Used to pray over the pot watchin' the blow dissolve
Now he trot the globe, gettin' dough is the protocol
They got gall, plottin' on my downfall
Why? 'Cause I'm flyin' the skies and not around y'all? (Fuck outta here)
But ask yourself what a king need a clown for
Funny-faced **** reach wrong, and I let a round off (Baow, baow, baow)
Shit ain't the same, everybody got ulterior aim
When your name attached to some fame
Of course life four corners, I know shit had to change
[Chorus]
They ain't believed (Nah)
Thought that I wouldn't elevate, now look at me (Look at me, ****)
Grew out of the dirt, I'm a money tree (Money)
I'm out of they reach, I know misery loves company (Fuck them ****)
Fuck 'em, they ain't believed (Uh-uh)
Thought that I wouldn't elevate, now look at me (Look at me)
I grew out of the dirt like a money tree (Money)
I'm out of they reach, I know misery loves company (Fuck 'em)
[Instrumental]
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Written by: Jerome Allen