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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CRIMEAPPLE
CRIMEAPPLE
Performer
Sabastian Vasco
Sabastian Vasco
Rap
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sabastian Vasco
Sabastian Vasco
Lyrics
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown
Producer
Joe Hutchinson
Joe Hutchinson
Mastering Engineer
Magnetic
Magnetic
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa, dropping a new shit, people telling me it's delightful (oh, thank you so much)
We be on the move, I be in more tellies than a bible (wow)
Helly over the icicles, Henny and Coke with ice cubes
Been in a nice mood, but all of this shit I had to fight through (I had to fight)
My life bloomed and I smelled the roses, toes in the sand
Composer of flows that feel like God opened his hands (Amen)
Shit, I'm going to France, man, I'm going to dance
An impeccable wardrobe, it's like I know in advance
Check the weather, my rain don't stop, no time soon (no)
Mine soon going on, seven years, you can't find dudes (no you can't)
Who came in at the same time, 'cause we ain't on the same time (no we not)
They dying, clinging to irrelevance, shit, it's a stage five (whoa)
Crime, let me hold something, I'ma let you know
I got a very short temper if you ever mess with dope
Used to have the long beard, a long pole, long escarole (whoa)
So I'm making sure my family's straight if I'm next to go
(Lord have mercy) 'cause I won't
(Lord have mercy) no I won't
(Lord have mercy) 'cause I won't
(Lord have mercy) no I won't
(Lord have mercy) 'cause I won't
(Lord have mercy) no I don't
(Lord have mercy) 'cause I won't
(Lord have mercy) Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa
Through it all, knew the Lord was my shepherd
La maleta y lo' bulto', llenao' de manteca
I pop a pepper, I sip the Nino, then I do the WAP
Don't ever pretend we in the same peer group, but you this hound (no don't do that)
You wasn't out in Kensington, you wasn't in Madrid (where was you at?)
You was probably mad, frontin', mumblin' something in the crib
That your mama raised you in, hot joints, I gave you ten
Maybe more, we used to spend EBT, praise the Lord
Aight, taste the sauce, but don't jack it, though
Jack it on me, lookin' like Fashion Hope
Wrist and neck water, that's Alaskan, though
Go ahead and take a shot, I shot right through the attic
I lived my life with an attic, got right, got established (what else)
Notice pipes with the baggage, like I'm Scottish, but I'm not a saint (ayy)
I'm just cautious, you lookin' like you wanna take a portion
Take precaution, for it's up and it's stuck like it's smothered
Since you wanna press buttons, press your luck, motherfucker, whoa
(Lord have mercy) uh-uh, no I don't
(Lord have mercy) 'cause I won't
(Lord have mercy) no I don't
(Lord have mercy) no I don't
(Lord have mercy) please, 'cause I don't
(Lord have mercy) nah, nah, no I don't
(Lord have mercy) 'cause I don't
(Lord have mercy) please believe that I don't
You better pray
What's that shit Pac told y'all back in the day? (Por favor)
Get on your knees and pray (ayayay)
Guah, míralos, toíto' ellos
Get your Rosary beads, huh?
Burn the sage, huh? Yeah, yeah, well
Written by: Erik Stephens, Sabastian Vasco
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