Creator [vs. Switch and FreQ Nasty]
Got no need for the fancy things
All the attention that it brings
Tell me no, I say yes, I was chosen
And I will deliver the explosion
Can't say it's gonna get me far
Do no good to say what you are
I run the streets and I break up houses
River runs deep and the flame devours it
Sit tight I know what you are
Mad bright, but you ain't no star
Polish up 'til you make it gleam
Your M.O., I know what you mean
Tail riding and I know it's true
While they screaming "I love you"
Down deep you know there ain't no flow
A soul decay was D.O.A., yeah
I know what you here for now
Word's out, you're an ideal whore now
Now don't you crush on me
I'll see you in your pipe dreams
Whether or not you know it's true
You are who they dictate to
That shit must hurt real bad
Fakin' what you wish you had
Here all the folks come ask about me
Bandwagon, but they used to doubt me
Blind side tend to hit real hard
You should heed the warning, get a bodyguard
Steady friction in this bitch
Creeping in just like an itch
So far, I got the last laugh
Still the rich rise up, still I live fast
Wouldn't know it face to face
Got no soul and got no taste
Moving in, speed up the pace
I got it locked, though, what a waste
All the talk is standard fare
Walk the walk if it gets you there
On the grind 'til the gig is up
I'll smash 'em down, put a muzzle on them like "what!"
All the attention that it brings
Tell me no, I say yes, I was chosen
And I will deliver the explosion
Can't say it's gonna get me far
Do no good to say what you are
I run the streets and I break up houses
River runs deep and the flame devours it
Sit tight I know what you are
Mad bright, but you ain't no star
Polish up 'til you make it gleam
Your M.O., I know what you mean
Tail riding and I know it's true
While they screaming "I love you"
Down deep you know there ain't no flow
A soul decay was D.O.A., yeah
I know what you here for now
Word's out, you're an ideal whore now
Now don't you crush on me
I'll see you in your pipe dreams
Whether or not you know it's true
You are who they dictate to
That shit must hurt real bad
Fakin' what you wish you had
Here all the folks come ask about me
Bandwagon, but they used to doubt me
Blind side tend to hit real hard
You should heed the warning, get a bodyguard
Steady friction in this bitch
Creeping in just like an itch
So far, I got the last laugh
Still the rich rise up, still I live fast
Wouldn't know it face to face
Got no soul and got no taste
Moving in, speed up the pace
I got it locked, though, what a waste
All the talk is standard fare
Walk the walk if it gets you there
On the grind 'til the gig is up
I'll smash 'em down, put a muzzle on them like "what!"
Credits
Writer(s): Santi White, David James Andrew Taylor, Darin Alexander Mcfadyen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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