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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Composer
Anthony Douglas Gilmour
Anthony Douglas Gilmour
Composer
Brad Terrence Jordan
Brad Terrence Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scarface
Scarface
Producer
Tone Capone
Tone Capone
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I spent my day right off a Holloway broke and disgusted
Without enough money to buy food, but I'm smoking so fuck it
Hit the school yard, no report card, because I'm larger then life
Close smokey eyes shining, cause I'm high as a kite, fuck it
High school teachers, I'm a man of respect
South acres baby gangsta demandin' respect
Fuck the school vice principal, he shieved and I'm leaving
Told my momma about my dope case and my momma believed him
Now my daddy got a problem 'cause I'm home for vacation
So shy, where the fuck mine, let him know what they facin'
Got the doctors who studied this, but **** would doubt it
Probably take shrink a life time to figure it out (trust me)
I see the same thing flash change violent
And motherfuckers caught in that chain remain silent
So why you figure I've be standing here shaking?
Because the devils is close to taking me but I can't face him
My soul is controlled by the blessings of god
Still scared to walk the church ground because the devil in charge
Somebody help the lost souls find saviour
Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine
For the whole behavior
They want to take me out the game like rider
But you youngsters better stop and peep game
Because my game wider
I send this out to those who thought that they cook
Cold as fuck when it came to the game and my game done
[Verse 2]
South side, south south side
South side, south south side
South side, south south side
South side, south south side
You know what I am saying?
Written by: MIKE DEAN, Scarface
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