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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(COUPE) I got angel eyes, overseein' Every zone I be in Feds got me brodie free (Free) Ho, what's good? I got juug money on this Visa Can't no one do it how I do it 'til I show a teacher I split my brain in half, I be sayin' shit I don't agree with (Tee) I was raised by maniacs, I bring that strap to Sunday meetings I want the latest pack, don't bring that pack if some will seen it I want the latest Scat' painted black like Raider's cap I bring it past the corner, ayy Puffy boy pistols out in public Extra clip inside the duffy, store it Doin' what ain't been done before just to beat the ones before Playin' with the stick (Stick) Rest in peace to Dumbledorе Never give a nigga your rеcipe unless the fee gon' come before Crumblin' the Camelton, I compliment the carnivores We cook on one accord Shawty fuck with this 9 shit, fuck I need a number for? Hoodie on me like number four Fuck I need a genre for? I shift this shit like underscore When it come to countin' them commas up, bitch, I'm the connoisseur When it come, I count them hundreds up until my thumbs get sore Never play with the reaper, every thing I reap, I'm gonna sow I know some of my brothers know That's why I got angel eyes, overseein' Every zone I be in Feds got me brodie free (Free) Ho, what's good? I got juug money on this Visa (Haha) Can't no one do it how I do it 'til I show a teacher I split my brain in half, I be sayin' shit I don't agree with (Uh) I was raised by maniacs, I bring that strap to Sunday meetings (Uh) I want the latest pack, don't bring that pack if some will seen it I want the latest Scat' painted black like Raider's cap I bring it past the corner Oversee yo' side with angel eyes on me despite them tryna demonize My nigga don't need no time to prep, he came on demon time I don't like to see them lights from 12, I'm tryna leave on time Every time they leave me by myself, I show my emo side I was tellin' these tales about the 3, that you had an emo vibe We brought that scale out, you could see, it wasn't no Nemo vibes I was earnin' paper in Atlanta, no Gambino vibes It was gangbangers and some scammers, tellin' me, "We yo' kind" Bitch, I walk with light I wasn't tryna be Walter White, I was taught to write By myself, in times, I find myself in thought at night Knew one day, I was gon' find myself And bitch, I called it right, feel like I got angel eyes, overseein' Every zone I be in Feds got me brodie free (Free) Ho, what's good? I got juug money on this Visa Can't no one do it how I do it 'til I show a teacher I split my brain in half, I be sayin' shit I don't agree with (Tee) I was raised by maniacs, I bring that strap to Sunday meetings I want the latest pack, don't bring that pack if some will seen it I want the latest Scat' painted black like Raider's cap I bring it past the corner 'Preciate this shit Really needed this shit What the, what the fuck is this? That's an angel eye right there, bro Angel eye? Why they call that shit "angel eye"? 'Cause twin, that that stuff right there Like when you smoke that shit, shawty, you gon' see angels
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Edwin Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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