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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Illa J
Performer
John Derek Yancey
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Nikieo Gordon
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Kuraeshual Paris-Dijon Chatman
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Derek Yancey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Illa J
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Joz B
Serious
Young G
Slack on
Easy boys
Now they gon' mention me now
Now they gon' hate me
And now they gon' mention me now
Given to insist on me now
Go pop some shit, they don't even mean shit to me now
Now they gon' mention me now
Now they gon' hate me
And now they gon' mention me now
Given to insist on me now
We do so good 'cause they can't even get to me now
Damn, remember day he asked you to sing
Now I'm supposed to be audience to your belly ache
I delegated power, that make me the man of the hour
Keep the track, you should do me the flowers
If I was you I will be sour too
When e'rybody talkin' 'bout them dues
And then it's you, and they're like, "who?"
Promise you, all of my skies is like blue
Blue somethin' life force, I'm throwing the mic too
Now, right here feeling like it's the right move
Mic jack on the track on the right move
Turmoil, fuck is you playing with? Come on
Which one of these wipper snipers
I gotta go dumb on
And tell 'em the right home
And scroll map In this game recognize
And I be feeling like niggas don't know English
Not to mention the skinny jeans shit
Billy Jean shit
Now they gon' mention me now
Now they gon' hate me
And now they gon' mention me now
Given to insist on me now
Go pop some shit, they don't even mean shit to me now
Now they gon' mention me now
Now they gon' hate me
And now they gon' mention me now
Given to insist on me now
We do so good 'cause they can't even get to me now
Just that, way back, back, loose in my backpack
Lil' bit of trap and a whole lot to boom
Like damn, how you do that? Nigga thought you knew that
First I get these hoes lit like a bottle lack, who back?
Then I'm offside of your hair like a school bag, who that?
Skinny nigga tie their shoe first ion shoot back
Been up in the game, you ain't gon' treat me like a new cat
If you don't know my name, I'ma scream it till I'm blue-black
It's the J to the O to the Z to the B that
I know what I said ain't scared of no screenshot
Coders in the game, come and test it if you think not
Play the game dirty, send them home with a peacock
Gia really been liver
Cannot change the game, make a name and then I'll be out
Really fuck the fame, I want a billy with the B-er
Trillion with a T-er, Zilly with the zin, word
Now they gon' mention me now
Now they gon' hate me
And now they gon' mention me now
Given to insist on me now
Go pop some shit, they don't even mean shit to me now
Now they gon' mention me now
Now they gon' hate me
And now they gon' mention me now
Given to insist on me now
We do so good 'cause they can't even get to me now
Illa J
Big leagues, big leagues, big leagues
Big leagues, big leagues
You, you, you, you, you and you
You, in deez nuts
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