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Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
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Edwin Green
Edwin Green
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Jose Julian De La Cruz
Jose Julian De La Cruz
Letrista
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
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Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
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Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Producción
James Kang
James Kang
Producción
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
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Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
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Coupe
Coupe
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Ah, yeah COUPE Relocate After I risk my life in BOA I know Heaven a couple feet away Know that murder was just a street away Ah, yeah, what you say? This for A and B, ho see away Triple my .9, I'm just a G away All of my life I knew I see a way Ah, yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Pullin' up in my partner crib, after he pop an opposite He play no baseball but slid, no fence for niggas dodgin' shit Startin' shit, starter kit, brand new sleepin' with all the fish Twinnem sleepin' with all the clips, we ain't been sleepin' at all this year Mama cryin', I been tryin' act like I ain't hear Bitch, I'm writing, I'm deep in my mind, I ain't here Tears fall on my beard, nigga been drinkin' all year I'll take money over the therapy, don't no one but me care for me This carefully my mental fucked I come straight from that wilderness So bare with me, my jimmy tucked, I raise that semi up You comin' to hell with me, anyone who thinks they is the one Is unaware of me, and just look unprepared to me, I'm meant to be here (You should) relocate After I risk my life in BOA I know Heaven a couple feet away Know that murder was just a street away Ah, yeah, what you say? This for A and B, ho see away Triple my .9, I'm just a G away All of my life I knew I see a way Ah, yeah I feel the sun on my face and I'm facin' a blunt, I'm in space, I got more sticks than Rambo Lil' bitch, I ain't runnin' no race, sun up to sun up, I'm one of the greats Smoke everyone 'til I'm one of the greats, he don't want smoke for real, he wanna vape He don't want dough for real, he wanna hate, somebody pour up a pitcher 'cause bitch I got Pictures to paint, I'm a villain, insane, I was chillin' with niggas with stains, I done in been in the Pit of the flame, I remember the days I was diggin' in britches for change Bitch, I was mixing the tape, hopin' this stick, pray it get rid of my rage Takin' a trip to the bank, hopin' it hit 'cause when it do I'ma skate, bitch, I'ma dip Relocate After I risk my life in BOA I know Heaven a couple feet away Know that murder was just a street away Ah, yeah, what you say? This for A and B, ho see away Triple my .9, I'm just a G away All of my life I knew I see a way Ah, yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah
Writer(s): Jose Julian De La Cruz Jr, Edwin Green, Edwin Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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