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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
John Carlos Ramirez
John Carlos Ramirez
Songwriter
Ceary Veon Houston
Ceary Veon Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Veno The Builder
Veno The Builder
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
VenoTheBuilder
VenoTheBuilder
Producer

Lyrics

Look out, Veno
Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients
Yeah, yeah, yeah
****, I'm undefeated, streets ain't beat me, the police neither
I ain't got no sympathy for nobody ignorin' what I'm teachin'
I ain't no **** preacher, I'm more comfortable with ****
I spent whole weeks in the beater, stinkin' out here, I ain't leavin'
Call my baby like, "I need you, bag a ball up, all them pieces"
Lethal injection by the needle, I ain't force nothin' on my people
And they ain't force it on me neither, we both ****, so we equals
And I feel 'em, addicted to some **** that might just kill 'em
**** permission or forgiveness, this my hand, I ain't the dealer
Tryna teach my lil' one focus, 'cause it's easy to forget the mission
And the difference is in love and loyalty ain't commitment
And to give it if you gettin' it, 'cause it's rare when you start winnin'
When you a real street ****, barely smile in pictures
Dog life livin', goin' all out to get it
You a shootin' star wisher, all night spinner
On permission, sittin' in the trenches, tryna get richer
Yeah, yeah, you in the trenches tryna get richer
Foreign car whipper, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh
Shootin' star wisher, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh
All night sittin' in the trenches, tryna get richer, yeah, uh
It's overstood not to sleep till it's good
Even then, it ain't great as it should
You helped me shake off these ****
My ****, it was what it was
But I'm done ventin', finish, the streets ain't got no love
High solo in my truck, tryna pass Red the ****
Watch him walk up on me starin', slowly reach for my ****
Too big to go like Pun
I'ma land one in the lung or on a neck or a tongue
Just 'cause I can't lose, gotta keep em' clean, go to school in my play shoes
"You welcome's" but no "Thank you's"
Got me thinkin' like, "Thank who?"
Most that **** was fake, but I do thank God for his grace
And makin' me starve, so I ate by the time they over filled my plate
Even Pluto said I'm great, he wanna help me change my fate
Took a monster out on tour just for the world to know my face
Fifty-six nights straight, I go in beast mode for that paper
This a reservation for rank, it's a marathon and a race
Only real **** relate and you ain't one if you can't
When you a real street ****, barely smile in pictures
Dog life livin', goin' all out to get it
You a shootin' star wisher, all night spinner
On permission, sittin' in the trenches, tryna get richer
Yeah, yeah, you in the trenches tryna get richer
Foreign car whipper, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh
Shootin' star wisher, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh
Written by: Ceary Veon Houston, George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez
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