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Wallie The Sensei - Looking For ft. Doley Bernays & Glockboyz Tee Jae (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wallie the Sensei
Wallie the Sensei
Vocals
Doley Bernays
Doley Bernays
Vocals
Glockboyz Teejae
Glockboyz Teejae
Vocals
XL
XL
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Heard
Jonathan Heard
Composer
femi Oyebisi
femi Oyebisi
Composer
Tarrish Boone Jr.
Tarrish Boone Jr.
Composer
Traquan Tyson
Traquan Tyson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
XL
XL
Producer
Jonathan Heard
Jonathan Heard
Engineer
Bennie Briggman
Bennie Briggman
Mastering Engineer
Michael Briggman
Michael Briggman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's forever if ya ever got a problem
You can't change your life now like Bobby Johnson
You can't change your life now just like Cain, ****
I'm a menace, so I gotta keep that thang, ****
I'm the plug in my hub, plug, what you lookin' for
Bitch, you know I needed that kitchen, so what you cookin' for?
Bitch, you only model on Instagram, what's that bookin' for?
Momma went to work, and we used the kitchen to cook the raw
Shit, I'm sorry, Momma
Deposits, withdrawals, stacks in my safe, I need stacks in my walls
Coke and bakin' soda, we make crack from it all
Lobby's in New York, got him trapped in Atlanta
Had to act one-fifty a line, far for your fan above and paddin' it
But I rather be with shooters than the scammers
**** up in jail, and sendin' bitches with the scalpel hammer
Movin' through the scandalous dope down in Alabama
Shit, dope down in Alabama, I speak dogs, ain't no bones, ****
I can tell that you never seen thirty-six Os, ****
You always talk, I never seen you do
I ain't never see you do a thang
I ain't never seen you bust no gun
You ain't never really see no friends
You always worry 'bout the things I do
Worry 'bout why you ain't have no chain
Why these bitches never come your way
Only swear I had to gamble with my whole life
That's why I bang my hood when I roll dice
**** die so fast, we was just five
Now it's two, three bullets right between his eyes
**** skipped on the dice, I hit my point, yeah
Feel it in my heart every time
They don't pick that shit up, then it's burnt money
Phone hit the day it wasn't meant for me
But it's just money
Reporting live from your motherfuckin' funeral
Your family all dressed up, and it's all bad
You was tryna act tough, now it's all bad
The bitch you cheated with, she talk to you every day
She said this the first time he never called back
I was waitin' for the motherfuckin' church name
Havin' a bad day, well, you won't have to see tomorrow
Put him out his sorrow, you won't have a life to borrow
Tell me, what are you lookin' for?
Open your eyes, real **** right in front of you
Tell me, what are you lyin' for?
You don't even really mean that much to me
All it take is one time, you'll be gone forever
They hit my **** one time, now he gone forever
In the streets, all them years, just lose your life in a second
That's just how it go, that's the way it is
They gave my **** so much time, he is facin' more than he lived
**** run around like kids, that's how grown men get killed
I was young, chillin' in trap, seen a **** brains get spilled
Was in the fault, and got a **** dreams chased, Meek Mill
I used to always want a gun, now it's the day I know I needed one
To walk around the hood fucked up, I couldn't keep it dug
Now, so much money at the crib, I'm barely keepin' up
Came home, clip empty, Momma shook her head like, you need a hug?
I finna been a ride around the city we're in
We see a opp, I bet we smoke him like the weed in our pack
See, this is my ****, he got his, I got mines, we be strapped
See a **** lookin' crazy on the block, we comin' back
Who is he, is he just walkin' through the hood on the same bullshit
Now we ride around with full clips
I comin' to my mans, help me quick like, who is this?
But you know me, Mr. Whack jumper tryna get a assist
Tell me, what are you lookin' for?
Open your eyes, real **** right in front of you
Tell me, what are you lyin' for?
You don't even really mean that much to me
All it take is one time, you'll be gone forever
Written by: Jonathan Heard, Tarrish Boone Jr., Traquan Tyson, femi Oyebisi

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