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Description
Producer: JAE5
Composer: JAE5
Lyricist: Momodou Jallow
Lyricist: Joseph Adenuga
Lyricist: Jonathan Mensah
Lyrics and translation
Original
-J5. -Don't break under pressure.
Show them you're a stepper. Stand down? Never. Rather show them pepper.
Comfy with the weather. Tryna find the paper, we could go through any measure.
Not even on my level, I just see them as lesser. Me, I'm a presser, but I don't know who shot that
Beretta. Calm and composed, not a stressor.
Making du'a for my man and God bless her. Pray facing Mecca. Still a go-getter.
And right now I'm vexed 'cause the profit ain't enough, I need extra. Machine link in Manchester.
Boy get whacked for my gesture. Man get splashed from the chest up.
Get away from Jake 'cause we're clever. Immortal forever. Stay with me through every endeavor.
No time to rest up, the cheddar. Got the blicky there if ever, if ever.
We was on the block till the bag done, hustler.
You wasn't outside, you missed the action. Got my name ringing like a Mac 10.
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction.
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction. The road and the business is clashing.
We ride for our own -satisfaction.
-Yeah, I stepped out the house, told Mom I ain't coming back. Tryna flip them 20 packs to 100 racks.
See, the sit-around ting, man, I'm done with that. I was praying to God it weren't pay an act.
-We was on the block- -I really had to step on the street.
N17, who do you expect me to be? Can I get dark? Nigga, definitely.
Putting money on -my head, I hope you kept your receipt. -We was on the block-
Fuck them niggas, walked the long way home. Big SK, man, I'm tough like stone.
I can't say the names of the tugs I know 'cause the cases ain't closed till the judge die slow. Young buff daddy got them coming in dozens.
Pretty face ting, bring a friend for my cousin. I was in the kitchen, bare shapes I was cutting.
Switched up the hustle, now my bank account's bussin'.
We was on the block till the bag done, hustler.
You wasn't outside, you missed the action. Got my name ringing like a Mac 10.
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction.
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction. The road and the business is clashing.
We ride for our own satisfaction. We was on the block till the bag done, hustler.
You wasn't outside, you missed the action. Got my name ringing like a Mac 10.
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction.
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction. The road and the business is clashing.
We ride for our own satisfaction.
English translation
-J5. -Don't break under pressure.
Show them you're a stepper. Stand down? Never. Rather show them pepper.
Comfy with the weather. Tryna find the paper, we could go through any measure.
Not even on my level, I just see them as lesser. Me, I'm a presser, but I don't know who shot that
Beretta. Calm and composed, not a stressor.
Making du'a for my man and God bless her. Pray facing Mecca. Still a go-getter.
And right now I'm vexed 'cause the profit ain't enough, I need extra. Machine link in Manchester.
Boy get whacked for my gesture. Man get splashed from the chest up.
Get away from Jake 'cause we're clever. Immortal forever. Stay with me through every endeavor.
No time to rest up, the cheddar. Got the blicky there if ever, if ever.
We was on the block till the bag done, hustler.
You wasn't outside, you missed the action. Got my name ringing like a Mac 10.
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction.
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction. The road and the business is clashing.
We ride for our own -satisfaction.
-Yeah, I stepped out the house, told Mom I ain't coming back. Tryna flip them 20 packs to 100 racks.
See, the sit-around ting, man, I'm done with that. I was praying to God it weren't pay an act.
-We was on the block- -I really had to step on the street.
N17, who do you expect me to be? Can I get dark? Nigga, definitely.
Putting money on -my head, I hope you kept your receipt. -We was on the block-
Fuck them niggas, walked the long way home. Big SK, man, I'm tough like stone.
I can't say the names of the tugs I know 'cause the cases ain't closed till the judge die slow. Young buff daddy got them coming in dozens.
Pretty face ting, bring a friend for my cousin. I was in the kitchen, bare shapes I was cutting.
Switched up the hustle, now my bank account's bussin'.
We was on the block till the bag done, hustler.
You wasn't outside, you missed the action. Got my name ringing like a Mac 10.
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction.
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction. The road and the business is clashing.
We ride for our own satisfaction. We was on the block till the bag done, hustler.
You wasn't outside, you missed the action. Got my name ringing like a Mac 10.
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction.
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction. The road and the business is clashing.
We ride for our own satisfaction.