The Decision
Ima show em why they can't copy
Take my swag but nah they are not me
Try to take my bars but they say it sloppy
At least put me in the creds' if You gon' knock me yeah
Hittin my goals hockey
Better yet touchdown Jeremy Shockey
Copy, keep a ear for the sirens
0 to 60 I'm slidin'
Remember I was in a jam
Spending my last on a gram
Ain't used to living with the fam
Stuck to my shit writing jams
Put it on cam now I woke up the man
Do They know bout breaking the brick
Weighing it down getting bit ready for flip
Even if out to a zip and make it quick
My phone be jumpin' wit licks
And You know I do it often
Go against me leave enemies in coffins
Claiming you a shark but u acting like a dolphin
Cre8ers wave mob Bitch Im all in yeah
I was broke now I'm ballin
Took a lil time came a long way from crawlin
Never fallin, my line your girl callin
Heading for the top and u know we ain't stallin nah
Created a wave and we mobbin can't stop
Never can copy or cop all my flows cause it's deadstock
Always on point like I'm deadshot
Blanco be coming for headshots
Invested some bands in the Stu
Now I'm cooking up hits in a crock pot
I done jumped from a bunk eating commy for food
Now I'm bringing more bars than a hotspot
We made us a team, made a label Face it
You niggas average, like cable Basic
It took some time and a lil bit of patience
But fuck it we made it My nigga we made it
Insane I know Usain I go
Bolting like lighting just peep the logo
I'm running the game and finessing the flow
Nigga this shit ain't a joke no
We been poppin from the jump
Hitting home runs y'all niggas just bunt
Tryna act hard but u really just chumps
Back in high school nigga takin yo lunch
Whole team on top never fold never flop
Cause a whole album dropped
And came hot like a stove top
Way hot like I tote glocks
Game tight like an old knot
Old school like I'm 4 5
Catching dubs like 45
How ya real play both side
At ya neck like bow ties
Got a team full of schemes underground in the gold mine
TD from the goal line hang it up on the clothesline
Yeahh I made it on my own so I don't need a co-sign
While being locked up in the crib like the whole time
We get ready for when it's go time
No cap boy it's showtime
No help I can hold mine
Came up off a slow grind
8 of us and we all shine
You know that CRE8ERS the clan
But no they just don't understand
How we made it from nothing
And turned it to something
These niggas they think it's a scam
Take my swag but nah they are not me
Try to take my bars but they say it sloppy
At least put me in the creds' if You gon' knock me yeah
Hittin my goals hockey
Better yet touchdown Jeremy Shockey
Copy, keep a ear for the sirens
0 to 60 I'm slidin'
Remember I was in a jam
Spending my last on a gram
Ain't used to living with the fam
Stuck to my shit writing jams
Put it on cam now I woke up the man
Do They know bout breaking the brick
Weighing it down getting bit ready for flip
Even if out to a zip and make it quick
My phone be jumpin' wit licks
And You know I do it often
Go against me leave enemies in coffins
Claiming you a shark but u acting like a dolphin
Cre8ers wave mob Bitch Im all in yeah
I was broke now I'm ballin
Took a lil time came a long way from crawlin
Never fallin, my line your girl callin
Heading for the top and u know we ain't stallin nah
Created a wave and we mobbin can't stop
Never can copy or cop all my flows cause it's deadstock
Always on point like I'm deadshot
Blanco be coming for headshots
Invested some bands in the Stu
Now I'm cooking up hits in a crock pot
I done jumped from a bunk eating commy for food
Now I'm bringing more bars than a hotspot
We made us a team, made a label Face it
You niggas average, like cable Basic
It took some time and a lil bit of patience
But fuck it we made it My nigga we made it
Insane I know Usain I go
Bolting like lighting just peep the logo
I'm running the game and finessing the flow
Nigga this shit ain't a joke no
We been poppin from the jump
Hitting home runs y'all niggas just bunt
Tryna act hard but u really just chumps
Back in high school nigga takin yo lunch
Whole team on top never fold never flop
Cause a whole album dropped
And came hot like a stove top
Way hot like I tote glocks
Game tight like an old knot
Old school like I'm 4 5
Catching dubs like 45
How ya real play both side
At ya neck like bow ties
Got a team full of schemes underground in the gold mine
TD from the goal line hang it up on the clothesline
Yeahh I made it on my own so I don't need a co-sign
While being locked up in the crib like the whole time
We get ready for when it's go time
No cap boy it's showtime
No help I can hold mine
Came up off a slow grind
8 of us and we all shine
You know that CRE8ERS the clan
But no they just don't understand
How we made it from nothing
And turned it to something
These niggas they think it's a scam
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Writer(s): Jorge Crespo
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