Studio Fit Riddim

Yeah, yeah
Da-da-da-da-da-na, na-na
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo

Remember when she told me I should travel more
Now she message "come home" whenever I'm abroad (what?)
Let's have it right
Knucks so hot, let's check the Fahrenheit
So only makes sense they put the man in ice
A few new things, new chains, new rings (ice)
A new wallet 'cause my other jawn was too thin
I'm making profit like a puppet 'cause I move strings (huh?)
Nah, that's the puppeteer (uh), bro, who fucking cares?

Waited for a couple years, tryna let my peers flourish (peers flourish)
But they ain't hold the flame to Knucks, and I'm just being honest (c'mon)
New song, but there ain't no one that I hear run it (huh?)
Got 'em all like Trump covering their ears from it
For me, they throw a fist of power while they're in the shower
Eyes closed with the iPhone, tryna get louder
I heard your mandem close the tabs, and they quit the browser

Yo, but navigating through the scene is really like a maze
I know she liking what she see, she tryna ride the wave (tryna ride the wave)
Tryna bring my family through this ting, I'm kinda like the Wayans
But Knucks is the Rock, I'm kinda like Dwayne
Nothing but my Johnson and my word in this mighty game
But niggas tryna break 'em like they swiping chains
I'm on their necks with my next one, if I can say
It's nothing that can last or is dark, it's kinda night and day (kinda night and day)

Still mourning the losses, they decide to take
I eat my cake and just wait, another slice of cake (another slice?)
Old bros try desert me, now it's pie in face
'Cause they was salty, not surprised they didn't like the taste (ah)
Take a pic, it lasts longer, this what makes the heart fonder
My yardie take step to my yard like "What the rass-bumba?" (Ah-what the-)
Can't front, the facts getting clapped like an ass thunder
But I ain't tryna strike twice, so where's her darg's number

You know?
(Right, come home now)



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Nwachukwu, Matias Lecaros
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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