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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wahid
Wahid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Brown
Joshua Brown
Songwriter
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Songwriter
Kelvin Durant
Kelvin Durant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Producer
Kelvin Durant
Kelvin Durant
Producer
Recorded by Ramil Brady at Redd's Crib Fairburn GA
Recorded by Ramil Brady at Redd's Crib Fairburn GA
Recording Engineer
Recorded by Ignacio Scannone at East Room Studios Orlando FL
Recorded by Ignacio Scannone at East Room Studios Orlando FL
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Joshua, let the block breathe. where ya heart at? Joshua, keep the crew fed. where ya squad at? Joshua, never backs down. where ya balls at? Joshua, on defense man. where ya wall at? We don't send replies, too much talking. get ya head cracked One you scrutinize is the one that you'll be paying back Once I moved my mind, wasn't no time to hear you niggas rap, I relieve my self, I keep The (Deep) I keep the deepest part of my being, packed in a virus. then I go and lace a show Little do they know that the Papo jumpin' like MJ whether in the trap or road Rugged operator let the cal speak for me, if you talk. reach for it, then I might explode I could suffice, sign running from smog, rise through the pipe, then I️ wanna try to blow Yeaaah. no more words. we ain't different, just some shit that you ain't heard here Before Hands together I ascended, for the fears of the foe As they run like roaches back into the ocean, I turn Mo'.ses, emotionless, I'll drown em, Wit this flow, yeah you know! Joshua, let the block breathe. where ya heart at? Joshua, keep the crew fed. where ya squad at? Joshua, never backs down. where ya balls at? Joshua, on defense man. where ya wall at? No infiltration. pull up on the curb wit a fly girl when her tongue twist on the loose end Inspiration. just a lil vibe when we motivate, headed downtown, interstate 4 On location. nah we ain't bro's better let it go fore the left hand coming for the right jaw, Memory jogged then I'm yelling. Peace Gawd! We done reach all, benefiting from the Reaper Nah no Satan. but we carry heat in a heap, pulling on the reef, platinum on my teeth My shine is blatant. imma feel the sky, if it's up to God then it's up to me, all I mean Y'all can't embrace it. when I'm in the trunk loading up a pump niggas better duck, word Em up Know I'm the favorite, moving fast, no time for patience Statements are made with Rhymes Rocking rovers, rob controllers when you hit me on the dime We da legends of the F-L-A, filleting what we find Run ya pockets, empty wallets. one of one is I in prime Vanish back to the ghost, assasin. best believe the world is mine Joshua, let the block breathe. where ya heart at? Joshua, keep the crew fed. where ya squad at? Joshua, never backs down. where ya balls at? Joshua, on defense man. where ya wall at?
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