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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2tymes
Finesse2tymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aadrian Hamilton
Aadrian Hamilton
Songwriter
Kerim Wilhelm
Kerim Wilhelm
Songwriter
Mychailo Tkachenko
Mychailo Tkachenko
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
William Boyette
William Boyette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Kornhauser
Zach Kornhauser
Mastering Engineer
Clay Perry
Clay Perry
Mixing Engineer
RTB
RTB
Producer
Spacey Kay
Spacey Kay
Producer
Jeff Windle
Jeff Windle
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This beat probably by RTV (RTV) Went copped a Hummer H2, put the tank on the roof All the soldiers salute ('lute) when they see me Nah, I ain't hold this shit back Put it in they face, let these lil' niggas see it in 3D (in 3) Now I'm riding with J. Prince in the Royce (Prince in the Royce) Loading the jet with the stick at the port (stick) Crazy them niggas was hating on me I was trying to be cordial and still supporting I was locked up, I was reaching to them (reach) Now they claim they ain't see my DM (huh) She left a nigga on scene Now y'all be tapping in, wanna be my BM (ha) We can fuck, I got a bitch though (a bitch though) Should've kept it real from the get-go (that's all) Yeah, I heard they trying to send a hit Give a fuck, nigga, what you think this switch for? (Rrrr) I just put an M up for my challenge (my challenge) Gotta see them come up a little different (I bet) They were telling me don't waste your talent Gon' get out the streets, young nigga, you gifted (respect) My mind in the game, my heart in the street I'd never forget what they made me (never) I'd never forget who betrayed me (never) I'd never forget who done played me (ever) I was tryna change for the better, them people was standing on me They were handling me Quit telling people we cousins, wasn't even third for me That ain't family to me (I don't know) The opps praying I respond to them I ain't got nothing but some guns for them All the bitches want to spend time with me I ain't got nothing but some cum for them Bitch, eat it (eat it) Put my life on the line for my baby mama When she left for nigga, I was speechless (I was damn) Had a baby with a ho Fell in love with a money dog, I was tweaking (geeking) I just wanted some help, I was seeking (I was seeking) I was broke down, I was leaking (leaking) Now I'm having more pieces than Reese's I'm very important, you can't even reach me (at all) I'ma win this game with defense (with defense) I ain't beefing with these nigga pretense (at all) Spent 30k for the Cartier VVS's, I can't even see shit (I'm blind) All these handcuffs represent freedom I was facing 30 nigga beat my beat (beat my beat) They ain't never dirt when you need them (not at all) Nigga got excuses, they can keep them (fuck) I'll be handcuffed, rappers ain't freedom I will face it 'til this nigga beat 'em They ain't never there when you need 'em Nigga got excuses, they can keep 'em (fuck) I'll be handcuffed, rappers ain't freedom I will face it 'til this nigga beat 'em They ain't never there when you need 'em Nigga got excuses, they can keep 'em (fuck) (Nigga got excuses, they can keep 'em, fuck)
Writer(s): Homer Banks, Raymond E. Jackson, Carl Mitchell Hampton, Ricky Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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