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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Shamann Cooke
Shamann Cooke
Songwriter
Rodrickus Hill
Rodrickus Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Billionaire
Beat Billionaire
Producer
Dreek
Dreek
Co-Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know where I'm from, huh? I'll shoot you in the head if you say Miami Gardens nigga Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob I left a stain off in Carol City My last name should be Carol City Used to sell dope just to feed the fam Matchbox jumping with the kilograms I feel your pain if you from Carol City My last name should be Carol City Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young nigga watch Captain Crabs AK shells, living your aftermath Ain't no love, get your money or get a body bag Hammers and vogues, 30s and lows River City, Lake Lucerne ride clean for the deadliest hoes Gotta represent, nigga so meet me at the mint And if you living how I'm living, stay behind the tint Marble floors, mink rugs and got the gold faucets Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage U.S. Marshals on the way and they cut open the gates Know we going to trial by the look on my face Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob I left a stain off in Carol City My last name should be Carol City Used to sell dope just to feed the fam Matchbox jumping with the kilograms I feel your pain if you from Carol City My last name should be Carol City Fake niggas found face down in abandoned buildings Pinchin' pennies, fed cases get you a lengthy sentence Niggas snitching, bitches switching is what I seen the most 3-0-5 but Carol City got the cleanest coke Matchbox Projects, I gave my point of view Bomb man, two lieutenant I was appointed to 60 thousand in nickel rocks outside the Silver Fox Duval County to Virginia, my pockets 'bout to pop Move 'em hoe, mind your business, therefore nobody told And when they did, they come and get you, send you up the road We met his kids fishing on the bridge Ten years later, bumped into him, he threw me a brick Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob I left a stain off in Carol City My last name should be Carol City Used to sell dope just to feed the fam Matchbox jumping with the kilograms I feel your pain if you from Carol City My last name should be Carol City Walking home from school, always was quick to jump a nigga Third day of school, they knew I was a thumper, nigga My lil hitta doing 4, he caught a gun charge Rolling boonk in Backwoods, they out of Bunche Park Position yourself, it's timing that's coming to the hit Caught him slippin' at Sherman's, he tryin' to get a fit It's either or, baby boy, you can meet the Lord I pray we meet again, maybe we be on one accord Walking through the flea market, bouncing like I hit a lick Go and open a record label just to go legit At the car wash on 27th was a pastime Pay for 60 keys all at once just like the last time Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob I left a stain off in Carol City My last name should be Carol City Used to sell dope just to feed the fam Matchbox jumping with the kilograms I feel your pain if you from Carol City My last name should be Carol City
Writer(s): William Roberts, Shamann Cooke, Rodrickus Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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