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Description
Producer: Guapdad 4000
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Bobby Krlic
Recording Engineer, Composer Lyricist: Akeem Hayes
Recording Engineer: Jonny Pitchan
Mixing Engineer: Nate Burgess
Mastering Engineer: Reuben Cohen
Composer Lyricist: Omavi Ammu Minder
Lyrics and translation
Original
No exaggeration, you've been moving out on me. I need you moving to swear I'm down.
No exaggeration, you've been moving out on me. I need you moving to swear I'm down.
No exaggeration, you've been moving out on me.
More money, more problems, got ninety-nine of 'em, and it's really my fault for like fifty.
Damn, Jay-Z ain't had one bad bitch, but he didn't have this many bitches, man.
I ain't even tryna be malicious, need the whole budget on vicious, butter on biscuits.
Bad bitches poppin' out, booty bubblicious, and I ain't even throw one comma. I ain't really here for the drama.
Save my money for my bitch, my sis, and my mama. I'm taking that risk, no problem.
I blow the bitch up, Osama.
Been having it on the lowest of keys, blowers and poles explode and go for the fee. For G's and the O's, I been on GO, I told you niggas a G.
Now I got the bands in my pants with a piece, new pack in the paper, old leaf.
I don't give a fuck if you older than me, you always down, I'm the real OG.
I'ma always have hoes, OD. I'ma always have game, OG.
I don't give a fuck you older than me, you always down, I'm the real OG.
Uh, uh, yeah. Got that dog in my veins, my Yoda, my capillaries.
I can't say afraid in my vocabulary, I just play it safe.
They say I'm Black and arrogant, I'm fucked either way. I ain't taking what's coming or pumping the brakes.
Stubborn and southern and sophisticated, from service on Sunday to jumping the gates.
I got my grandmother's face and a gun just like hers.
A click in it, bang, but go click if you bang it.
My youngins is sitting in the states, you thinking it's just entertainment. I wish I could wash the stains off.
Revenge is sin, but it tastes awesome. At any rate, though, my pigment slate descended, top the pyramid like
Madoff. A lie don't care who tell it. A dollar don't care who make it.
Forbidden is telling, I'm friends with the felons like presidents best when they print it on paper. I like ceilings the best when it ain't nothing.
Living privileged with greatness and hatred. All my young niggas getting impatient.
I'm the Queen City face, so it ain't one. Yeah, that's no exaggeration.
Battle made me brash and brazen, flashing cash to fascinate 'em.
Know the truth, so your salutes is overdue. I'm glad you made it. Sit, don't speak, you finna witness history.
Congratulations!