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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Watkins
Dee Watkins
Performer
NoCap
NoCap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Detrone Watkins
Detrone Watkins
Composer
Alois Omontoya Pot
Alois Omontoya Pot
Composer
Christopher Buchardt
Christopher Buchardt
Composer
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Composer
Levi de Jong
Levi de Jong
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BT Grin
BT Grin
Producer
Woodpecker
Woodpecker
Producer
Palaze
Palaze
Producer

Lyrics

Two, look
I was just a young ****, on the block like I'm homeless
Fuck a handout, I'll get it on my lonely
**** want my head, so you know I keep it on me
**** in the feds, eatin' noodles and boloni
Tell me what you need and I'm on it
I don't know who real and who phony
Young ****, I'ma go get it if I want it
You better not run up on me, that's a warnin'
I don't like fake shit, I don't condone it
Hard-body ****, you could show me my opponent
Perc it to the face, I'll see you in the mornin'
Ay, gas got a young **** snorin'
Take my chain, I'ma take your life
In the fast lane, I be speeding through the night
I was livin' wrong, had to go and get it right
Twenty bad bitches say they wanna spend the night
Tell me who real and who fake
**** made 'cause I'm stayin' out the way
I had to starve when you pussy-**** ate
We came a long way from runnin' from the jakes
I know **** plottin' on me
Ay, but fuck that ****, I'ma buss back
And you see this chain on my neck?
You better not touch that
I was in the hood with the gang like a rugrat
Had to cut a couple **** off 'cause they was leechin'
Ain't nobody give a **** shit when they was eatin'
Had to get some money, I was hungry, I was feignin'
Don't say the word, "Love", if you don't know the real meanin'
I was just a young ****, on the block like I'm homeless
Fuck a handout, I'll get it on my lonely
**** want my head, so you know I keep it on me
**** in the feds, eatin' noodles and boloni
Tell me what you need and I'm on it
I don't know who real and who phony
Young ****, I'ma go get it if I want it
You better not run up on me, that's a warnin'
I don't like fake shit, I don't condone it
Hard-body ****, you could show me my opponent
Perc it to the face, I'll see you in the mornin'
Aye, gas got a young **** snorin'
Take my chain, I'ma take your life
In the fast lane, I be speedin' through the night
You know I'ma slide, if you wrong, get you right
If you rock, I'ma motherfuckin' roll like the dice
Got a bad bitch, but I don't really know what she wants
I count old money, still blew up like nuclear bombs
I took a thousand showers, I could feel the dirt still on me
And that body do not count if your merked your homie
And I don't belong here, life shot
Rich **** still-a pull a stunt in a Ferrari
He been dissin' on the 'Gram, so we zip him
I'ma put him on the scale with these damn 40's
All my **** locked for murder or assaultin'
They see me ballin', now they tryna pepper-spray they party
We break the law, then we rinse off all the dirty Glocks
I hope I don't drown Martin
I was just a young ****, on the block like I'm homeless
Fuck a handout, I'll get it on my lonely
**** want my head, so you know I keep it on me
**** in the feds, eatin' noodles and boloni
Tell me what you need and I'm on it
I don't know who real and who phony
Young ****, I'ma go get it if I want it
You better not run up on me, that's a warnin'
I starved for that paper, I was hungry
Would they change when them devils called on me?
I'm a legend, I know they might try and clone me
The label scared for me, I'm still out here with that comb
I still get fly, ****, I ain't complainin'
If my name was Chris, I ain't tuckin' my chain in
I knew the bitch for years, still don't know what her name is
Written by: Alois Omontoya Pot, Christopher Buchardt, Detrone Watkins, Kobe Crawford, Levi de Jong
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