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Description
Producer: Graymatter
Producer: Chrissianity
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Ernest "Ness" Butler
Composer, Lyricist: Demarcus Pollard
Composer, Lyricist: James Clay Jones III
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Check, hey.
Uh.
Code red on the South Side. LeBron they outside.
I outshine even the coldest foes with golden flows. I'm Westbrook how I approach my goals.
Straight to the basket gang, these niggas gotta trap me when I attack the lane.
I'm high as hell, I'm tiptoein' through the astral plane. With gas, I marry sermon, niggas'll perish when
I pass the Jane.
I'm thoroughbred as hell, that's somethin' that these rappers ain't. You'll never surpass the reign.
I speak to niggas' soul, these rappers can't. Hysteric jeans and Chicago 1s like a lead guitarist.
Tryna feed my daughter, same time I'm tryna feed the market.
The people's artist tryna make it big and be the largest. And it's tough as hell, but fuck it, I must prevail.
I'm with your bitch blowin' exotic and she love the smell.
Just taught her how to roll a spliff, I promise that she does it well.
I have the cheese, try to take it, I'ma bust a shell.
Had a whole flat, shows lights plus it's hell. Demon timin'.
Keep the nine inside the diesel linin'. Arms out, still reachin' high as fuckin' People Finder.
I like to keep it chill, but please don't aggravate me, dawg.
I might just flash out and blast some faces off.
I paid the cost to be the coldest, but I also had to take a loss. It's me against my fears. Jamal Crawford how I make the cross.
Nigga.
Free Skid, my niggas gettin' to that Cheese Whiz.
I made it out, but still can't take account for what the streets did.
My brain fried from all the bloodshed and the trial dates. Seein' cheddar while tryna piece together a pound cake.
Rolodex full of VVS rocks with the round shape.
Know these niggas'll rather see me locked with no out date. Above the law.
Don't use no mask and gloves when I pack up the raw. Just dumped a 720, had to smoke and take account break.
Two satchels full of blue capsules, but this ain't Sudafed.
Cup Easter pink, it's look like I poured up in a ruby red. Got the whole hood sewed up like a spool of thread.
It's concrete like I'm starin' at a Medusa head.
Plymouth and Cloverline, whippin' up a soda boy. Tryna get the overs, had to ship this shit in overhaul.
Put in work overtime, OT is just protocol. To keep thirty Pokémon pokin' in your Poké Ball.
What else?