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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Apollo Ali
Apollo Ali
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Cream
Alexander Cream
Lyrics
Denair Redden
Denair Redden
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Michael Jr
Don Michael Jr
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo the streets turn me colder then my time piece
I seen pain killers turn real **** to zombies
Got it out the curb still in the trenches where you find me
Me and my glizzy be stuck together we like Siamese
 
Yea yea
These **** pussy **** shook
talkin like they really live that life till they get it took
**** that you be wit be tellin they’ll get you booked
 aye yea yeaa
I'm In the lex bubble plotting on my next hustle
 
Louie check duffle, tryna make a check double
flex subtle, chain strain the neck muscle
In a city where most hate you and less love you
 accuanted wit corners that scheme for the cash
all **** like foreign cuz they only burn premium gas
I remember putting P’s in the jag
before you get the money, first you gotta put the weed in the bag
 y’all On the internet, posting like you been a threat
Went from coppin work 2 poppin percs we ain’t in to that
East reppin, broke bread wit street legends
Rat, Bop, Polly man, Rest In Peace bredren
Ayo the streets turn me colder then my time piece
I seen pain killers turn real **** to zombies
Got it out the curb still in the trenches where you find me
 
Me and my glizzy be stuck together we like Siamese
 
Yea yea
These **** pussy **** shook
talkin like they really live that life till they get it took
**** that you be wit be tellin they’ll get you booked
 aye yea yeaa
The streets fucked up and I ain’t speaking on the pot holes
it’s organized crime and the **** at the top told
you knew em since a snot nose, now he letting cops know
information on situations where weight got sold
yeen getting money less ya plug name paco
far as I’m concerned you **** is Donny Brascos
 
Confidential informants, my potentials enormous
 
Environmental insurance, iron metal is on us
 
I’m from a era where the shooters could fight
 
Now and days you ain’t got ya pole on you goodnight pussy..
They scared to death they scared to look they shook
Halfway crooks
Ayo the streets turn me colder then my time piece
I seen pain killers turn real **** to zombies
Got it out the curb still in the trenches where you find me
 
Me and my glizzy be stuck together we like Siamese
Yea yea
These **** pussy **** shook
talkin like they really live that life till they get it took
**** that you be wit be tellin they’ll get you booked
 aye yea yeaa
Written by: Alexander Cream, Denair Redden
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