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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
Programming
DJ Chose
Programming
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I'm representin' the brand, they want me dead they got plans
100 shots in the Lamb, catch a shot or be down
**** switch, I can't stand, want me dead or in the can
I just caught one in the head
I ain't runnin', I ain't scared I just ain't tryna be dead
You know what I rep and you know what I bleed
We the ones put these **** on tees
Big dog, I can't eat with no fleas
Popsicle put a **** on freeze
Talk down but I still be up
Hundred on me, is you gonna take it or what?
They need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they realer than us?
[Verse 2]
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that **** like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real **** from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
[Verse 3]
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that **** like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real **** from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
[Verse 4]
Run with that service and ain't no emergency here, I don't get worried a bit
One of your workers just spent but he ATM, meanin' he got a squirtin' attempt
Make sure you tell 'em I'm built, make sure you know you on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch, your vision get blurred whenever you squint
Clear for departure now, solo in parts of town you **** don't walk around
Streets love a real street **** love, they roll the red carpet out
Your image a gimmick, so how is you realer then us, what is they talkin' 'bout?
I only fear Allah and I'm runnin' it up, aye, you gotta walk me down
Make sure you tell 'em, I'm one of them men and I'm standin' on ten from the street to the pen
Make sure you tell 'em, I step in the section, respect is on heavy, not one to pretend
Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to die, if you shoot and you miss then a murder commence (Allah Akubar)
Bread Winner tribe, pelican fly, the pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs
[Verse 5]
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that **** like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real **** from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
[Verse 6]
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that **** like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real **** from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
Written by: Fredrick Givens, Norman Payne, Jackie Plant Jr., Kevin Gilyard