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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kwazii
Kwazii
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwazii
Kwazii
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eli Brown
Eli Brown
Producer
Jesse "Rayny" Rayne
Jesse "Rayny" Rayne
Producer

Lyrics

Double cup in a Benz I'm just touching the ends Went and saw all the niggas who said it was something and nothing was said I'm tired Lately I barely get sleep so I need to invest in the buffs with the tints Woke up on some day on October and boy I been up ever since And it don't make no sense cause my shawty look just like a dream Thought it was cuz how she dress but she look just as good in a bonnet and one of my tees Team eating good member when we would practice our rhymin' Cook Ramen like we Japanese That or mac n cheese Out the west district Up and down queen Ice just book the ticket I just pack and leave Momma said to visit That shit weigh on me heavy (uh uh) Movin' crazily hope Granny pray for me Only way I'm seeing heaven Gotta work hard to get it Been through hell already Young nigga rep my city Got too litty I'm back and posted baby I'm talkin' motion baby New chapter Contract negotiation Hit the road I don't have to hit my hoe Nigga cause I know she waitin' Everybody watching saying he been in his bag He been in his grocery lately Benji's on me all the time Say we look like twins Promise there is not relation I'm talking benjis like countin' it up Shoutout to Benji I'm thirty thou up When I land imma hop in that big body truck It's not a range Fully matted out feel like Bruce Wayne Feel like I've said it every way that it can be said I can't be touched cause I'm touched in the head Bro keep it tucked you'll get tucked into bed Ain't bout the bucks the discussion gon end This is my dream but this wasn't the plan Bout to get ink for my cuz in the pen I got some links for my broad and my hand Said he want smoke so I bought him a gram Missed it I blinked but we caught it on camera I lose like 50 every sip of Fanta I love my city and I love atlanta Real niggas know I don't have to explain it When I go back home they treat me like I'm famous But I feel so far from saying i made it Don't get me wrong I would never replace it Ain't ever break I ain't been on vacation This shit is a daily don't get it mistaken I hate when women tell me I'm a player Wasn't ever staying I ain't ever playing You have your time when I go away All you do is whine you not even Jamaican I been on my grind nigga trust me I been patient Check came in New chain in That shit weigh on me heavy (uh uh) Movin' crazily hope Granny pray for me Only way I'm seeing heaven Gotta work hard to get it Been through hell already Young nigga rep my city Got too litty I'm back and posted baby
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