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Description
Producer: Hit-Boy Composer: Hit-Boy Lyricist: Chauncey Hollis Jr. Lyricist: A. Maman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayo, check it.
Two of the best from the coast to the West.
You know it.
Talk down on my neck, you better hold your breath.
-Watch your mouth. -Fancy footwork, I know the steps.
Flex the calf muscle, shoulder strength, mullet to my shoulder length.
Stadium lights, cameras in action, gave a sneak peek.
We faded into black, now it's time for the -main attraction. -Fuck this living in the dark.
Might need a mink made of chinchilla.
Even laid up in a villa, still beat my chest and stay gorilla.
On God, Heaven, -and every holy scripture. -All of 'em.
These are snapshots, I'm giving you a focused picture. Look.
I fix the verse up, I'm a known fixture. Pain and grief, that's a cold mixture.
I been through all emotions.
The people who hurt you the most be the ones you close with. I had put my album out, niggas ain't even post it.
Guess they thought I ain't notice. Shit, that shit had me rolling.
People you don't know show you more love than ones you do. I think I'm the only one telling it when it come to the truth.
I make beats, still fuck 'em over it come to the booth. Love to Rodney B.
, four years old, I was learning from Truth.
Robinson Park, Whatever It Takes video shoot showed me I was destined for this moment we heading into.
My fingers frozen, it's inside a cube.
I'm riding a wave, I'm currently inside a tube.
-Inside a tube.
-Find a trapdoor in the track and go inside the loop. The plays fall into my lap, don't even gotta scoop.
-Uh.
-Varsity jackets with the letterman patches.
-I bake muffins and I set 'em in batches. -Nice.
-Everything geometric, I'm a Fendi sign. -Chart.
You a robot, you work on an assembly line.
-Come on, man.
-Twenty specialists to screw in a light -bulb. -How many?
Might as well be at the circus using a tightrope.
I will project, there's no need to move the mic close.
Breaking something down while I'm leaning up on a light -post.
-This make me wanna polish up a dirty rifle. Go psycho, Alfred Hitchcock. Big hit, got big blocks. This ain't for
TikTok, this real life for real niggas make it big.
Yeah, that's what it feel like. Niggas try to dim my future, nigga, but it's still bright.
We been making real films. They just getting hip to the movement, but I been him.
They thought they was stabbing on me, I had went and killed them.
Turned the regular club into the strip club 'cause niggas got stripped. Fuck participation, we in for the chip.
Sending out a much love to my most solid ones.
Touchdown out the bing and my dog got a buzz. Silence is power. Sometimes you gotta keep shit between you and God.
Send a prayer for spots, got raided by the SWAT.
This one is for project girls raised in watts. I fuck with '03 mafia business mob like The Sopranos.
Peep the pianos, Faze in the back of apartments. Nigga, we ran those.
Life will put you on the spot, yeah, this shit is a test.
They ask me what I been doing, I been doing my -best.
-Bitch-ass niggas, just stop fucking with -me. -Yeah, come on.
English translation
Ayo, check it.
Two of the best from the coast to the West.
You know it.
Talk down on my neck, you better hold your breath.
-Watch your mouth. -Fancy footwork, I know the steps.
Flex the calf muscle, shoulder strength, mullet to my shoulder length.
Stadium lights, cameras in action, gave a sneak peek.
We faded into black, now it's time for the -main attraction. -Fuck this living in the dark.
Might need a mink made of chinchilla.
Even laid up in a villa, still beat my chest and stay gorilla.
On God, Heaven, -and every holy scripture. -All of 'em.
These are snapshots, I'm giving you a focused picture. Look.
I fix the verse up, I'm a known fixture. Pain and grief, that's a cold mixture.
I been through all emotions.
The people who hurt you the most be the ones you close with. I had put my album out, niggas ain't even post it.
Guess they thought I ain't notice. Shit, that shit had me rolling.
People you don't know show you more love than ones you do. I think I'm the only one telling it when it come to the truth.
I make beats, still fuck 'em over it come to the booth. Love to Rodney B.
, four years old, I was learning from Truth.
Robinson Park, Whatever It Takes video shoot showed me I was destined for this moment we heading into.
My fingers frozen, it's inside a cube.
I'm riding a wave, I'm currently inside a tube.
-Inside a tube.
-Find a trapdoor in the track and go inside the loop. The plays fall into my lap, don't even gotta scoop.
-Uh.
-Varsity jackets with the letterman patches.
-I bake muffins and I set 'em in batches. -Nice.
-Everything geometric, I'm a Fendi sign. -Chart.
You a robot, you work on an assembly line.
-Come on, man.
-Twenty specialists to screw in a light -bulb. -How many?
Might as well be at the circus using a tightrope.
I will project, there's no need to move the mic close.
Breaking something down while I'm leaning up on a light -post.
-This make me wanna polish up a dirty rifle. Go psycho, Alfred Hitchcock. Big hit, got big blocks. This ain't for
TikTok, this real life for real niggas make it big.
Yeah, that's what it feel like. Niggas try to dim my future, nigga, but it's still bright.
We been making real films. They just getting hip to the movement, but I been him.
They thought they was stabbing on me, I had went and killed them.
Turned the regular club into the strip club 'cause niggas got stripped. Fuck participation, we in for the chip.
Sending out a much love to my most solid ones.
Touchdown out the bing and my dog got a buzz. Silence is power. Sometimes you gotta keep shit between you and God.
Send a prayer for spots, got raided by the SWAT.
This one is for project girls raised in watts. I fuck with '03 mafia business mob like The Sopranos.
Peep the pianos, Faze in the back of apartments. Nigga, we ran those.
Life will put you on the spot, yeah, this shit is a test.
They ask me what I been doing, I been doing my -best.
-Bitch-ass niggas, just stop fucking with -me. -Yeah, come on.