Lyrics: Taizhe Tsui
Music: Taizhe Tsui
Produced by: DJ Kidd
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Yeah
All my soldiers smokin‘ good, Hollywood, Rollin’ down the hood
1912 where every homies hooked, wish ya bitches would
With my barber down the corner shop, them Porsches off the lot
Screamin’ **** ‘em other side and NKCity to the top
Okay, let’s go
Man I been stayin’ on the low just to get in my zone
12 hours in a row
Pushin’ pen and papers
Fantasizin’ bout turnin’ water into wine, into Coke
Think I’m gettin’ up close, the way that they sharin’ posts
I’m aware of new faces who steppin’ too close
I can’t tell if they friendly or foes
Funny how I used to have feud in my momma house
Like “Son, you don’t know what the stakes about”
I told her just have lil more faith in the boy
As he’s stayin’ on the chase on his paper route
I could take ‘em out
Everything comes full circle, see if I take ‘em down
I was takin’ a lead now is bigger than me
When I paint this picture in my mind, yeah
All my soldiers smokin‘ good, Hollywood, Rollin’ down the hood
1912 where every homies hooked, wish ya bitches would
With my barber down the corner shop, them Porsches off the lot
Screamin’ **** ‘em other side and NKCity to the top
I wanted all my soldiers shine bright, just shine bright
Was ‘bout to get it with my mind right, my rhyme tight
Just took a quarter off this limelight, under the night sky
I checked my wrist and see ‘em fireflies, them fireflies, fireflies, yeah
Ugh, back it up, back it up
My city up, city stuck
You know how it goes, keepin’ it tucked
Antetokounmpo, keep it a buck
Ten toes down, keep my foot on the clutches
Stepper shit down in my pedigree
Through the family tree like what my pop told me
Now I gotta go make our own legacy, let’s get it, bitch
Look, over the top we in Big G Studio
Hearin’ J sir next room recordin’
Pour up more shots, Don Julio
Decorate my neck with some new ornaments
Down the streets got different kinda sources
I keep on duck-in’ the shit like it’s Oregon
025 Vision ain’t no distortion, I wanted all my homies-
I wanted all my soldiers shine bright, just shine bright
Was ‘bout to get it with my mind right, my rhyme tight
Just took a quarter off this limelight, under the night sky
I checked my wrist and see ‘em fireflies, them fireflies, fireflies, yeah