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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Songwriter
DOM KENNEDY
DOM KENNEDY
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John G
John G
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout (John G)
We gotta get it
[Verse 1]
I got all my jewelry on, I'm an optimist
I don't see a way that they gon' end up stoppin' this
I'm on trial again, johnny found a stick
Flew to JFK and linked up with the clique, huh
Downtown Soho, baby, tally up
They don't got a Bergdoff, ****, where I'm from, huh
That's that upper level, huh, scratches on the bezel
I been hustlin' for it, Leo trait, we hate to settle
Hit Smoke for the kush, he on deck for us (Uh)
Play these hoes like a king on the chessboard, uh
Mad at me 'cause her man do mail fraud
And I only let her taste it with a condom on
Yeah, I'm nasty, never ate Zaxby's
But I'm at Catch in Tribeca, just ask for me
The homies at the table, OPM the label
Don't like talk, we like to demonstrate it
[Chorus]
Yeah, we was never defined by what we was wearin' (We was wearin')
F on your jacket, that meant you a felon (You a felon)
Two number ones, gather your bearings (Your bearings)
Make a wish, shorty, it's 11:11 (11:11)
Yeah, make a wish, shorty, it's 11:11 (11)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 2]
All my chains real, all this game real
All the gangsters that I know, they never claimed kills
Smack you 'cross your boca with the same steel
Blood in your mouth like you gain grill
Screamin' gang-gang, you ain't gang still
360 the block, you in the same deal
When it's go time, they on Dame Lill'
Once it's activated, **** can't chill
Lookin' at my competition, flashin' my jewelry
You'd be quiet if you **** knew me, yours truly
Got bad bitches wan' do me, they anxious to hop on tooly
I told her, "You might get lucky, don't ruin the opportunity"
Nonsense, it's true indeed, more or less
Next, the perfect package landin' on your doorstep
Money on the table, RSC the label
Don't like talk, we like to demonstrate it
[Chorus]
Yeah, we was never defined by what we was wearin' (We was wearin')
F on your jacket, that meant you a felon (You a felon)
Two number ones, gather your bearings (Gather your bearings)
Make a wish, shorty, it's 11:11
Yeah, make a wish, shorty, it's 11:11 (11)
Yeah, make a wish, shorty, it's 11:11
Yeah
Written by: DOM KENNEDY, Smoke DZA
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