Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prodigy
Prodigy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Composer
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Sheldon Guide
Sheldon Guide
Editing Engineer
Nino Cacacabala
Nino Cacacabala
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sola for Plain Truth
Steve Sola for Plain Truth
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's real like that, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, hah, yeah, solo on that ass and I'm still the same
Check me out, dunn, yeah
Check me out, yo
[Verse 2]
Yo
Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows
Feel me for what I stand for
And I'ma do it 'till the death, until I can't no more
Fuck a ho, it's all about dough
Even though stare 'em, fucker, and still don't love 'em
That's word to mother, uncover the truth, enjoy my youth
It's die or lose, I wonder what if I'm sittin' in the pen
On the strength that I had to hurt somethin'
'Cause my stomach hurtin'
I'm a cool ****, but don't let me start buggin'
Love my mommas, love my little sis, plus my little dunn
**** gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs
Hell, no, meet a bum on the streets looking dumb
'Till hell freezes over, yo, y'all **** better run
[Verse 3]
'Cause I done delt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit
So, put a clamp on them loose lips
My **** do kill shit
'Cause I done delt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit (Uh-huh, yeah)
So, put a clamp on them loose lips
My **** do kill shit
[Verse 4]
Guns redundant, my dunns move in abundance
We loose cannons, my Ruger will pop somethin'
What's all the frontin', being cavalier get you nothin'
Or maybe touched, though
Keep pressing, man, we be thumpin' like The Lords vs The Hawks
When little boy got a foot-long stuck in his back
And punctured his lungs, it's very brutal, how the N-I-C will do you
You get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude
Yeah, respect the colors and the flag I wave
Respect the I-M-D embroidery
My shit is classic and authentic, blowin' dick
Y'all **** grafting my whole presence, get your own shit
My voltage be higher that the wire pole get
King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon, now
Twist up your cheebas, I get deeper in debt
My rap page make **** throw they reefer at us
Love me, bless me, like how you're supposed to do
Just don't test me, ****, I be toasted up
What
[Verse 5]
'Cause I done delt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit
So, put a clamp on them loose lips
My **** do kill shit
[Verse 6]
My style, identical to guns that burst
I'm like a fourth when I go off or even worse
It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down
My shit burn, ****, far from a clown
[Verse 7]
Ay, yo, likewise
See a ****, look into his eyes
And the **** that I can't trust is the **** I despise
Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover
[Verse 8]
'Cause I done delt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit
So, put a clamp on them loose lips
My **** do kill shit
'Cause I done delt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit
So, put a clamp on them loose lips
My **** do kill shit
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita
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