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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onefour
Onefour
Performer
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Rap
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Rap
Salec Su'a
Salec Su'a
Rap
Caleb Tiedemann
Caleb Tiedemann
Rap
Bailey Pickles
Bailey Pickles
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Songwriter
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Songwriter
Salec Su'a
Salec Su'a
Songwriter
Caleb Tiedemann
Caleb Tiedemann
Songwriter
chandler Hammond
chandler Hammond
Songwriter
Hugo Hui
Hugo Hui
Songwriter
Bailey Pickles
Bailey Pickles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chandler Jewels
Chandler Jewels
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, free my brother Marz
Free all the crashers
Gang!
Ay, Marz stop twitching, boy
You know I see you, gang
Gang!
In bed with twists and turns
I check my day and see I'm free, lad, I got shit to burn
I brush my teeth and hit the road shit I get straight to work
She wanna sit in bed all day, but this bitch needs to learn
I ain't no scrub, see I ain't bummin', see my shit comes first
I go wherever I want, no need to be concerned
If I run out I know the plug, so he gon' hit me first
You don't want smoke, I think it's best that you go sit in church
I call that shit reverse karma, I been seeing commas
I wake up and she gon' give me top in her pyjamas
I'm gon' call up C and we gon' see if they want drama
Then kick up my feet and probably smoke some marijuana
In bed I twist and turn
I grab a shank I find an opp and, lad, I'm twisting first
They drop a diss, I drop a addy let my youngins lurk
They'll chew your fuckin' face with hollow tips, that's easy work
Them boys can't break the curse
Spook 'em like halloween
I pull that kitchen with that mask 'cause I love how they scream
I know they see me in their dreams and now they never sleep
I get 'em chopped on a Friday but this ain't the 13th
So tell me who want beef with me?
Dramas, I'm dealing with dramas
Keep an eye out for these snakes I can't get bit like a piranha
Do me dirty once and I'm gon' pay you back with karma
Do you like the way Obama caught up with Osama
2 glocks, 2 sticks, 2 blocks, 2 bricks, I came from rags to riches
My shit ain't average, came out the mud with savages
Fuck who want war with us, just know we ain't no amateurs
Ain't trusting no one, bitch, I'm scandalous
I ain't no scrub, see I ain't bummin' see my shit comes first
I go wherever I want, no need to be concerned
If I run out I know the plug, so he gon' hit me first
You don't want smoke, I think it's best that you go sit in church
I call that shit reverse
I hoping they don't notice me but I can't overthink
I do a drill and clean my conscience right before I sleep
I'm on the field sword and shield I do it for the team
I leave em' open like I'm Moses when he part the seas
And every dog has his day just like a calendar
One foot on the gas, .45 up in the passenger
They talking all that war but ain't the same calibre
We grew up in the jungle, them boys more like David Attenborough
They outside looking jealous bout the gang
It's not about how I'm talking when I'm saying that I slang
I'm retired now, I kick my feet up do my dance, I pull out the bands
And my youngins run up let it bop, bop, bop, bop
Karma, I been seeing commas
I wake up and she gon' give me top in her pyjamas
I'm gon' call up C and we gon' see if they want drama
Then kick up my feet and probably smoke some marijuana
Karma, I been seeing commas
I wake up and she gon' give me top in her pyjamas
I'm gon' call up C and we gon' see if they want drama
Then kick up my feet and probably smoke some marijuana
Written by: Bailey Pickes, Caleb Tiedemann, Hugo Hui, Jerome Misa, Salec Su'a, Spencer Magalogo, chandler Hammond
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