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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Performer
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Performer
A. Dixson
A. Dixson
Performer
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Performer
K. Berry
K. Berry
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Songwriter
A. Dixson
A. Dixson
Songwriter
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Songwriter
K. Berry
K. Berry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Producer

Lyrics

Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa This for all my niggas trapped in Caught a case, it made me back-spin I been focused, bringing racks in This for all my niggas trapped in This for all my niggas trapped in Caught a case, it made me back-spin I been focused, bringing racks in This for all my niggas trapped in Yeah, yeah, for my niggas on they own time (whoa) I done ran up on a goldmine (whoa) Little Henny made me road slide (whoa) 'Cause I used to carry .45 (whoa) I done seen a lot, done a lot, yeah Dogs in it, see the paws in it Tryna make it out like a Saw victim Bullets hit the whip and leave the car spinning Niggas still pimp the butterfly I done fluttered high and evolved in it (whoa) Niggas still on weird shit Got a issue but don't never call niggas Seen a lot of niggas fall off (woah) Cut my missile like I call off (yeah) REASON busting, never start off Tie 'em up and take 'em all off Bigger picture, nigga, bigger picture I been showing ass like I'm skinny-dipping Nigga, flow tighter than a penny-pincher 'Magine if I got the Henny with 'em (wait) 'Magine if a nigga sell drugs Yeah, I sell drugs 'cause the flow crack 'Magine I could cure the whole world with the coke flow 'Cause it's dope raps (what) I done done a lot, seen a lot Black skin, feelin' penalized This what happen when I dream a lot Nigga, dreams This for all my niggas trapped in Caught a case, it made me back-spin I been focused, bringing racks in This for all my niggas trapped in Oh, man, for my niggas on they own time (whoa) Remember thugging in my profile, ayy I rather make it with my own guys (whoa) But I can't free 'em with a closed mind Like, "Oh, my" I pray this shit that I just twisted Could get me up out my shame Slid up on my homie bitch He ain't trip 'cause it ain't his main, uh Just saying, uh Lord, I know you see my pain Help me while I find my hopes Love you for your sense of humor Don't tell me that my life a joke I done hung with lions And bought the tickets from niggas woofing I done seen the gun And just let him pull it and bit the bullet I come from the ash of a fire Past that my mind was put in I created magic How I got past it without me looking Bragging ain't bracking, uh (That shit ain't bracking) Rap ain't just rapping, you capping, your shit elastic, uh Stretching the truth 'til we factor in shit ain't happen, uh I got this feel you can't fathom I seen some shit you can't tap in 'Cause this what happen when you- Trapped in Caught a case, it made me back-spin I been focused, bringing racks in This for all my niggas trapped in This for all my niggas trapped in Caught a case, it made me back-spin I been focused, bringing racks in This for all my niggas trapped in Man, all things fall apart, everything goes south Homie had the most heart, he a deadbeat now Stuck in the mud, man, we need to put the sizzurp down Life ain't quite the picnic when the chips are down, look Most of the niggas I pictured as winners just went away I had to get up and make a way I need the whole planet to know my name Mama said, "Don't quit your day job" I was a second from selling yay I needed a deal like playing cards Made a few records with Sounwave (Who) Whoever swallowed the key to the cage that we stay in I'll make him regurgitate it One time I heard I was underrated I'd rather that than us getting raided, ayy Anxious under investigation, I done seen a lot, nigga done a lot In Carson, dodging the sheriff's station Went broke bailing my brother out Man, that's automatic Had the semi squeezing, or a fiend on Halloween 'Til it's a wrap like a Easter basket My collard greens with plenty season A Soul-ution and a REASON, there you have it Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man
Writer(s): Kalon Berry, Herbert Stevens, Robert Lee Gill Jr, Anthony Dixson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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