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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Nathaniel Thompson
Nathaniel Thompson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter
Nathaniel Thompson
Nathaniel Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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araabMUZIK
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Back on that same shit, still with them same niggas I came with Headshot your homie, you watched his brain flip, then his dome splatter Knockin' probably, you know I'm the one, your dreams is gon' shatter It don't matter, chrome heart on my back with a chrome ladder Uh, we was cookin' chickens up with no batter Sippin' Hi-Tech like I had no bladder Elevated, I never thought it'd make the bro madder Segregated? Never, black or white, just know it's gon' add up Uh, before you sign up, just know it's rules to this How they ain't gon' cross me, they put Jesus on the crucifix I never dick ride, I don't really care about who is rich You tryna escape, I'm a sniper, don't really care about who your bitch My homie keep textin' me about how niggas hatin', label on me I been in the studio, got niggas waitin' Little kids say I'm they favorite, change the generation So if you violate it, we gon' air it out like ventilation Uh, we gon' air it out like air conditioning How you talk about jail, knowin' you scared of prison? I thought if you touched a hundred grand, you did it Tryna stick the ball, but thought my man was blizzard They at the store, I had to pack in a sandwich Back on that same shit, still with them same niggas I came with Headshot your homie, you watched his brain flip, then his dome splatter Knockin' probably, you know I'm the one, your dreams is gon' shatter It don't matter, chrome heart on my back with a chrome ladder We was cookin' chickens up with no batter Sippin' Hi-Tech like I had no bladder Elevated, I never thought it'd make the bro madder I demonstrated how to make it, now the hoes is at us I'm in that guest spot, the dog's out, just left the pet shop I'm dangerous, I'm like asbestos Left your friend bloody, I'm like DuShane, gotta defend Sully Look how long I've been in the game, you gotta spend money I'm in the future, I'm up early, just heard the Rooster A bad bitch, up in the juice bar, she's Michelin I gave her two stars, it's business Call my sister a cuzia I made a few wrong moves, but please don't be too harsh You know a few things, but you think you're too smart I'm infamous I can't explain, I'm like a chemical I just bat them away, they're like some tennis balls Got my gun and I'm brave, I'm sippin' rum I'm on the ray, sometimes I feel like packin' up, I'm runnin' away These niggas old, they're back in the day, these niggas kids I had it patterned and I did the bid Then I came around again and did it big I'm like a AMG, that's how I got to A&B Got me on my c'est la vie A locomotive and I stay in steam She gave me the pussy 'cause of KMT Bad and bougie, I'm grabbin' boobies, slappin' booty Let's just celebrate, life gives you lemons, just make lemonade My big jacket goose, we picked off your group, my big choppa loose My big jacket goose, we picked off your group, my big choppa loose Back on that same shit, still with them same niggas I came with Headshot your homie, you watched his brain flip, then his dome splatter Knockin' probably, you know I'm the one, your dreams is gon' shatter It don't matter, chrome heart on my back with a chrome ladder We was cookin' chickens up with no batter Sippin' Hi-Tech like I had no bladder Elevated, I never thought it'd make the bro madder Segregated? Never, black or white, just know it's gon' add up
Writer(s): David Brewster Jr., Abraham Orellana, Jason Neville Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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