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August Alsina
August Alsina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
August Alsina
August Alsina
Songwriter
Ralph Jeanty
Ralph Jeanty
Songwriter
Sean McMillion
Sean McMillion
Songwriter
Kyle Michael Stephon Morton
Kyle Michael Stephon Morton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jean Baptiste Lamothe
Jean Baptiste Lamothe
Producer

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Yeah, uh-huh Nola, Nola, Nola, Nola Ayy Yeah, uh-huh Nola, Nola, ayy Got n- askin' for the old me but they ain't know me We wasn't homies Four walls couldn't hold me Nann n- could control me Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly If I didn't think it was for me Then that would make you a foe And then it's f- you like a h-, n- Anyway you want it, don't give a damn, we could go n- Killin' everything in my way No play, play, I'ma go and get 'em Know some n- out the Ninth Ward That'll aim it up and they won't miss you Family and friends gon' miss you Y'all don't really want that n- Haul off, I just slap n- Don't need a reason, I'm mad, n- Ayy, ayy, I'm wild n- If I don't know you, I don't smile with you If you ain't walk a mile in my shoes I ain't seen you shootin' in the gym, n- Singin' never made me soft, n- Never confuse me for them n- I ain't never ran from nobody 'Cause I ain't never ran into a n- who put fear in me Ten toes down, no backin' down until you feelin' me You don't wanna pull a hit, got somethin' that can clear the street I'm from the Nola, Nola, Nola, Nola Where n- murda, murda, murda, murda I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of Them n- from the boot they shoot, they shoot you Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah) Strip club, gettin' fake love from the h- with the a-, who basic (Yeah) Studio gettin' f- up, on the CÎROC, no chasers (Yeah) Poppin' me about two, four, six, eight Percs to the face then (Oh) Couple Xans just to turn it down Walking 'round lookin' dumbfound Lookin' for something to take down Really don't matter I'm numb now Nothin' to stop me from runnin' down on a n- (Down, down, down) Dumping rounds at a n- (Dumping rounds at a n-) Locked up with a life sentence (Oh, oh) You don't write and don't visit You rockin' T-shirt saying "Free Aug'" The judge still ain't gon' listen You n- still wishin' for the old me, but gon' bail out when you get him It's gon' be Hell on Earth, when you see that a n- don't care about s- And I go off the deep end with AK and just air out s- Is that what you want? Is that what you want? (Yeah) So you can turn up (Turn up) When I put out a new song (New song) So when I f- up, documentary on Lifetime Sayin' that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle If you knew the old me like my friend You would tell me what they say Keep changin', we don't want him Keep that guy in your past (I said we don't want that) Progress is a process (We don't want you to relapse) The young niggas want the old thing back Young n- from the Nola, Nola, Nola Honestly I don't want that Oh, he murda, murda, murda
Writer(s): Ralph Jeanty, Sean Mcmillion, August Anthony Alsina, Jean Baptiste Lamothe, Kyle Michael Morton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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