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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Vocals
Helluva
Helluva
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
Eugene Sims
Eugene Sims
Executive Producer

Texty

[Verse 1]
When I needed love from my pops, they imprisoned him
Would of been fucked if I didn't grow as Dennis kid (I can't imagine)
Prime example of loyal like I invented it
He don't put on for the gain, I don't see or remember him (Who?)
They hovering the sauce and the data
They never give a hand, rope or ladder
I can't speak the peace with that chatter (Nah)
I can't seek the peace with my bladder
**** moving wrong, can't live in they honesty (Nah)
I don't bend backs for these ****, honestly (Honestly)
It took me years to leave poverty (It did)
Lost a soldier, no chance to say goodbye to me
But this time around, I hold that shit down (Hold that shit down)
This time around, I up on that pound (Up on that pound)
None of my opps could terrorize the town (Terrorize the town)
Fuck up the club and duck from the sounds (Duck, duck, duck)
Come play with the clickie if you wanna see it skeet
Don't play with the sitchy 'less you wanna see it squeeze
Ussy be the wettest, turn him into aquafeen
It ain't my thing to do my thing without my gang and not my team
W-w-w-word to mother, I be feeling so empty (So empty)
Word to mother, on my brother, he the big
He coulda been dead in the feds with a six piece (With a six piece)
As a kid was leaning off the edge, begging 'em to get me
[Outro]
Big gator, uh, cannot be fucked with
Tone it down, with a bitch you can't fuck with
Written by: Martin McCurtis, Shyniece Thomas
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