Lyricist : Anderson Hernandez/Douglas Ford/Isaac De Boni/Jacques Webster/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Maneesh Bidaye/Michael John Mule
Composer : Anderson Hernandez/Douglas Ford/Isaac De Boni/Jacques Webster/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Maneesh Bidaye/Michael John Mule
Woah
Shh, phew, whew, whew, whew
Hey
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate (Ate)
Got a particular taste ('ticular taste)
I just stuffed my pockets and my face (Okay)
Okay, let's have a debate (Woo)
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way (Still in the way)
I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys (Trap guys)
They can't put the drillin' away (Way)
Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy
You might be a villain today (Villain today, hey)
Ask God, why didn't I get a answer? (Why?)
Why lose my brother to bullеts? (Why?)
Why lose my grandma to cancer? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answеrs (Why?)
Why young niggas straight out Atlanta? (Why?)
Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us? (Why?)
Why I keep getting all of these chances? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers (Hey)
Speak your mind and it might get you canceled (Canceled)
Pinky ring, and it cost me a phantom (Phantom)
Wack the witness, the evidence tampered (Wack)
Dirty money, the safe is the hammer (Dirty money)
Yeah, my b***h she a star and I stamped her (Stamped her)
P.E. Jordan three, that's a sampler (P.E.)
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it
I gotta kill these niggas if it's me or you (Hey)
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid (Fire)
Got away from the haters, say hallelujah (Bye)
Shit be crazy, this s**t be the closest to you (Crazy)
It's okay 'cause they ballin' like Kobe do (Hey)
Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis (V)
B*****s sneaking and tweaking, ahead of you (Geek)
Wrist is hitting and glistening, this s**t a movie (Glistenin')
See the smoke at the door, ain't no tinting to it (Smoke)
Watch where I step near, call my belt (Hey)
Angel on my shoulder with the devil on the left
I got a mill', got a mill' for myself
I do it alone, I own myself
Nigga stay home before your dome get left
Niggas playing dirty, hit below my belt (Dirty)
I'ma get the bag, do the show myself (Show)
Do that s**t again, had to show myself
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate (Ate)
Got a particular taste ('ticular taste)
I just stuffed my pockets and my face (Okay)
Okay, let's have a debate (Woo)
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way (Still in the way)
I filled up the crib with cars, the halls, with all and all, and I'm still having space
Got a particular taste, picky eater, I guess, but I'm still stuffing my face (Yeah)
She got a natural wrap, like a natural do
Like the blunt, she don't like that s**t laced
I was outside of the building, I'm owning the spot
Want a B, you gotta have faith (Ooh)
I'm in a meditate state
Ever since we lost bro, ain't really much more I can Take
I pop a 10 when it's late, momma told me to pray
I do that, 'cause you know I can't play
We flood up the field for real
We got the rides in the back but you know we ain't come here to play
You be playing the stakes, I been up playin' with broads and mates (Yeah)
Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate (Ate)
Got a particular taste ('ticular taste)
I just stuffed my pockets and my face (Okay)
Okay, let's have a debate (Woo)
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way (Still in the way)
