Released: July 15, 2019
Songwriter: Jody Fontaine
Producer: VLADISSXXUMI Luis Garcia
[Intro]
Yup
AG, AG
You know...
Nah I ain't got shit to say-
Look, Look
[Verse 1]
I spit that fire, cause I got it in my system
If we catch him lackin' then you know we gon' hit him
Thought I told these niggas not to let me catch my rhythm
Have them picking out caskets, to the grave i'm gon' send them
AG, bitch that's the club
Used to sell dubs, now my pockets lookin' snug
Walk in with a mug cause i'm feeling myself
Last year I was on the verge of killing myself
But I made it out, went and found another route, I did that
They askin' me for features now, they never used to hit back
They tell me i'm the future, bitch I never used to hear that
Their raps are watered down, I hop on tracks and spit that real crack
Feel like Ben Stiller, boy I had to dodge that relapse
We out here shooting pigeons boy, so think before you tweet that
(You better think before you tweet that, don't do that)
[Interlude]
Bro, niggas see me they be like
"Oh, you're that dude that, uh, that sings right?"
Like, bro, I really rap
Like I really do this shit for real
I wish y'all would take me serious but, y'all gon' learn today
Fuck
[Verse 2]
You couldn't see me in your freshest pair of Ray Bans
Got these rappers nervous, stuttering like Michael Strahan
Always been myself, I don't know why these niggas hate man
I keep a tight grip so it might hurt you when we shake hands
Tell Loui loop the beat
Tell the opps to drop a verse
We gon' let the city see who's really putting in that work
Please don't get your feelings hurt
This beat hit, go call Young Curt
Hottest rapper on this earth
But, Kpop, I still need that verse
[Outro]
"I got time today"
9-5 grind like it's minimum wage
Tell your favorite rapper keep his foot in the grave
Greatest treasure in the nation, word to Nicholas Cage
I'm gone
Yup
AG, AG
You know...
Nah I ain't got shit to say-
Look, Look
[Verse 1]
I spit that fire, cause I got it in my system
If we catch him lackin' then you know we gon' hit him
Thought I told these niggas not to let me catch my rhythm
Have them picking out caskets, to the grave i'm gon' send them
AG, bitch that's the club
Used to sell dubs, now my pockets lookin' snug
Walk in with a mug cause i'm feeling myself
Last year I was on the verge of killing myself
But I made it out, went and found another route, I did that
They askin' me for features now, they never used to hit back
They tell me i'm the future, bitch I never used to hear that
Their raps are watered down, I hop on tracks and spit that real crack
Feel like Ben Stiller, boy I had to dodge that relapse
We out here shooting pigeons boy, so think before you tweet that
(You better think before you tweet that, don't do that)
[Interlude]
Bro, niggas see me they be like
"Oh, you're that dude that, uh, that sings right?"
Like, bro, I really rap
Like I really do this shit for real
I wish y'all would take me serious but, y'all gon' learn today
Fuck
[Verse 2]
You couldn't see me in your freshest pair of Ray Bans
Got these rappers nervous, stuttering like Michael Strahan
Always been myself, I don't know why these niggas hate man
I keep a tight grip so it might hurt you when we shake hands
Tell Loui loop the beat
Tell the opps to drop a verse
We gon' let the city see who's really putting in that work
Please don't get your feelings hurt
This beat hit, go call Young Curt
Hottest rapper on this earth
But, Kpop, I still need that verse
[Outro]
"I got time today"
9-5 grind like it's minimum wage
Tell your favorite rapper keep his foot in the grave
Greatest treasure in the nation, word to Nicholas Cage
I'm gone