Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Night Lovell
Night Lovell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shermar Paul
Shermar Paul
Songwriter
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You already know guys, 613, we reppin' it still
Yo, me and Lovell we go way back in time, seen
Yo, you already know
I did in '96, we do it all day
Ball is life from time, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Still checkin' at the place, still cold
Movin' in a way, no place, no snow
Straight chillin' with my **** that shiver
Thinkin' about sun, lay thoughts on the river
Move back ****, move back ****
Fake Jordan ass, whack ass, bitch ****
I come packed with eleven damn shots
I claim this city and I take your spot
[Verse 3]
Stay thinkin' 'bout a white one
Thinkin' 'bout a bright sun
That I changed straight from the dark shit
No take when I'm playin' with the black gun, ****
You ain't ever been a God since the last run
No stats in the place that show
A lot of **** tell me that I never really owe
Track, track to the place, back, back, ****
Tell me that I'm like a **** but my flow's sicker
[Verse 4]
Callin', callin'
Callin', I'm callin'
Callin', callin'
Callin', shit, yeah
[Verse 5]
Dressed like a mother fuckin' God when I reach the spot
**** always tell me that I made it from the empty slot
Change ways ****, no truth, no plot
Fuck a white brand, no top, no spot
Chase all day 'til the darts in the back
But my **** fuck bitches in the back of the cab
Claim riches but a **** been whack
Never talk boy, with your fake ass stack
[Verse 6]
Cash cash, talkin' 'bout cash, cash ****
When I throw that shade, catch, catch ****
Last time when I talked to a man
Well shit, run quick, slash slash for the neck ****
Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show
Please don't try, never show my pack
Bitch, don't cry, just move that tech
That's trash, thought I'd never really say this
[Verse 7]
Caught my music on my ex bitch play list
Bitches say 6-1-3, that's the greatest
But I never see no **** ever famous
Facts boy, black boy, trash boy, trash boy
Ten fake Bape hoodies, face ass boy
Know I tell these **** that I never do shit
But my thoughts never sick
So I'm never not slick, **** ****
Watch me leave this place, you stay
Think about the fault you made
Change the fuckin' shit you say
I may be back another day
[Verse 8]
From the north side
You started some like, some cold shit
And we run it
Like, no more of that game stuff like, I'm done with that
Written by: Dylan Brady, Shermar Paul
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