
NAME AND ADDRESS WITHHELD
PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, MEECH, & NEDS
WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS
PRODUCED BY GRANDPA SWEATS
MIXED AND MASTERED BY GRANDPA SWEATS
PHOTOGRAPHY BY JOVANNY SALCEDO
COVER DESIGN BY BRADLEY CINEMA
©2025 CLUB MUNGO RECORDS
Did I go too far, I draw in dirt so you don't cross the line
Staying in my lane, I leave you signals, you can't doubt them signs
Double up my ETA, you cannot even count in my
City where we from, we acclimated to that mountain time
Bubbles in my cup, I don't drink soda, I drink sparkling water
Trouble in the cut, I add the lime so it can burn you longer
Don't forget the salt, electrolyte, a thousand milligrams
What I got to talk about, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Then, I'm reaching for the pen
I'm opening some doors
You struggling to tend
I guess it's all pretend
You out of shape, I'm bent
I know we own the floor
On stage we battle tens
Ten ten ten ten ten ten ten
Ball in court, gotta rest my case
You ignore, don't address my taste
Flew in soar, we the best in state
View the score, and I know we like
So high maintenance, got no patience
Talking this and that, we parked outside the station
Pick me up
I'm all done with the messes
Had to sit down for a second
I been wilding out
Now I'm focused on the present
It's love I'm professing
I can't sleep, it's no rest
I grind out my success
It's lifelong, them lessons
Insane way I make 'em go "Oh?!"
This way that I'm moving right now
This wave that we making right now better be the same taking out your town
And it's fake bitches running they mouth
Keep playing 'cause you make 'em so sour
If I take this jet, and I run my check, then I swear I make it go blow
Up for the day
Like sun
Came up from the pay
Fresh blunts rolled by my baby
Fuck whatcha say
No matter what roll I play
I keep my shit off safety
Tucking my chain
These streets stay cold
I pray my n****s gone make it home safely
Love from the gang
When they hear my shit play
They just can't turn it off lately
Go with the sway
Like trees she say she
Lovin' the sax
She Lisa Simpson
Got her supine
She in submission
All on her back
That's none of y'all business though
I ain't telling y'all anecdotes
Slipping through rain, y'all think I'm ghost
Switching my lanes, I'm switching my flow
Don't panic though
Jumped ship 'cause I don't fuck with the boat
When we float up to the top can't wait to watch these n****s cope
Ice cold, plunge deep, old souls underneath
So close so you know we boutta give it everything
Uh uh
Can't help that I'm getting arrogant
I'm piling up receipts
Came from little less than nothing
Until I got my speakers
Lowkey just a preteen
When I started making beats
Just the internet and free time
'Cause nobody there to teach me
Now we pack the venue
When our name up on the headline
When she looking at the menu
I ain't stressing 'bout the check
Think back, can't forget
About the bullshit that I went through
Gotta do this for my nephews
Keep it 100%
Y'all just be fucking the same girls, I need a chocolate vanilla swirl
Watch how I enter the venue, swinging that dick like a minotaur
Making 'em wet like I'm Neptune, barricade look like a splash zone
Showing them hoes what the pen do, fucking the beat with my pants on
Go ahead
Repping like mascots, go ahead
Run in no mask on, go ahead
Gun it like fast cars, go ahead
Trouble when I start going in
All of these shows, still no bread
All of these hoes, still no head
All of these ghosts, still undead
Wet all these posers, I'm like "Bet!"
Whom I kidding, I'm no threat, had that smirk on when I said it
Got that massacre on my hip, we them boys, don't you forget it
Got that passenger in my whip, pussy premium, not unleaded
Said she like the cut of my jib, now I'm working on them aesthetics
Ten ten ten ten ten
Don't forget it boy
Ten ten ten ten ten
Don't forget it boy
Ten ten ten ten ten
Don't forget it boy
Ten ten ten ten ten
This my life, not yours







