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Cruch Calhoun
Cruch Calhoun
Performer
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Performer
David Brewster
David Brewster
Rap
Jerae Prather
Jerae Prather
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Jerae Prather
Jerae Prather
Songwriter
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Producer
Mixed by Kamillion
Mixed by Kamillion
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Recording Engineer

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(Araab) (No questioning) You know? (If you know, you know) I believe that everything in life is about timing Now unfortunately for you, yours isn't very good A lot of niggas start out trapping, went out got a job (they workin' now) A lot of niggas couldn't afford it and they had to rob (let me get that) A lot of niggas eat Italian, think they with the mob A lot of niggas I thought'd live for ever, them niggas really died (rest in peace) A lot of women had to get pregnant to realize he a bum (bum) A lot of niggas come from parties but if it's problems they won't come (where they at?) A lot of trips we had to take to really get this cash right A lot of niggas we gon' ask about today died last night (God bless 'em) A lot of niggas really complaining about the gas price (you broke) Being up in this spot the cameras caught 'em, ain't rock his mask right (damn) A lot of hopeless dreams and hopeless thoughts up on this avenue (on the ave) A lot of smokers cop, tryna provoke us on this avenue (they on us) A lot of niggas humble, when we speak they show me gratitude A lot of women damaged, walking 'round here with an attitude, I feel you mama (I feel you) Pain'll make you re-evaluate Real paper, we calculate (uh) Rifle by the window with the Malcolm face (let's go) Razor on me, talkin' out your head, that's how your scalp get ate Cases on me, lawyer got me out some way Back on my passion, Pablo poetic that's mixed with assassin I got on Timbs and a Aspen (Aspen) Smokin' cigars laid up in the cabin I come from corners they blastin' (boom) When niggas'll before the see the action He only 12 but he live in Hell, he tryna figure out why his uncle keep scratchin' You can't relate to the madness I prolly could ball, but not with the askin' (I can't) I'ma be dialing, fit on my mattress, talk to the masses, I gotta have it (roll it) You like being around in other people's business I try very hard not to speak but you make it very challenging There ain't a spot for you Lord knows I'm allergic to bad things Won't ever see me running after shorty (woo) Showed in the after party (yeah) Why these niggas acting hard when you pussy niggas know you're 'bout it (yeah, we know) Sippin' Clicquot, no Bacardi (nah) Blicky with that loaded cartridge (buh), pull up and we go retarded (woo) Dub it if it ain't no deposit (money) No one man above the mission (nah) Swear to Bree he know I miss him (hey Bree) Crab died two hours later (Crab) Had to do a video with Disney (facts) Shoot out with cops 'cause rather die before he go to prison (goddamn) Hey ain't never listen, they talk it but don't never live it (never) They never did it (never) Funny how online she all in love but she still let me hit it (she crazy) Banking on the worst my Momma said "Stop being pessimistic" (I got you mom) Had less than niggas, so I was stressed to get it (yeah) Uncle caught us being bad, that always had a lecture with it (woo) Cousin J critique my songs, got me putting more affection in it (J) Niggas don't put no effort in it, party snuck the FN in it (BUH) Right there in the section with us, same ones, no extras with us (word) Function full of Bloods I ain't seen none of them niggas reppin' with us (at all) Bulletproof under the flannel, gotta make it back to the family (yeah) We was skating on thin ice, still walked out with a Stanley (facts) Coupe skating on some chrome, (skrt) 38 tucked in the fanny Bro outside sellin' candy, talkin' hard ball, no Sammy (nigga) I'm really beginning to like this place And the people (count) I'm starting to believe from the bottom of my heart (Araab) that this where I'm supposed to be So, whatever it is that you and your friends do Please, do it somewhere else Larry? You warning me? I'm preparing you
Writer(s): David Brewster, Abraham Orellana, Jerae Tyri Prather Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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