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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albee Al
Albee Al
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Robinson
Albert Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LILZ
LILZ
Producer
Buckroll
Buckroll
Producer
Zoomin'
Zoomin'
Producer
Gene Banks
Gene Banks
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Wont ever catch me lacking I stay laddered up
Younging caught his first body and got tatted up
You ever drove a lamb chop this shit fast as fuck
You was with bro but you aint dead it aint adding up
Like the end of the speech I start clapping up
Youd probably still be alive if you aint gas him up
I was loosing all my life then I had enough
All these bitches on my dick they used to pass me up Real **** see me and then they see hope
Murder on my mind, close my eyes I see ghosts
She like five foot nothing but she deep throat
Pound town, take my time in it deep stroke
I understand that I'm the villain so I embrace it
Put this steel in your mouth like you got braces
Juvenile Warren on the run, cut my bracelet
Cause it's money outside, I ain't have patience
See I don't understand what I'm up against
Joe Fray' knocked me down but I'm up again
Baby mama cross me and I ain't touch her since
If you don't love me right now then you ain't love me then It's unconditional.
Fed took my hood they did three sweeps
Romo same Nike tech for three weeks
Me and Juan was so close now we don't speak
Me and Capo was so close now we don't
I can't believe they blaming me for June shit
Really got me trippin' like the shrooms
Like if I knew he would have never left the room
Poppin' on these pills guess I'm trynna heal my wounds
Beefing with the city, beefing with the hood
They like 'Albee you got money you should move for good' I got it on me then I up it hope you understood
I hope you understood
A lot of **** I thought was cool, I ain't cool no more
Heard they robbed you that's why you don't wear your jewels no more When I was young they killed my dog aint go to school no more
See I'm made for this shit, see I'm immune to war
Swing through like Spiderman the Avenger
Catch another body going to November
No Wock left, I swear I'll catch a opp slippin he getting dissect
Ask about me I'm the reaper for my projects
Written by: Albert Robinson
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