Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sho Rilla
Sho Rilla
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Kalama
Ronald Kalama
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sho Rilla
Sho Rilla
Recording Engineer
Ese Chango
Ese Chango
Mixing Engineer
Motorola B
Motorola B
Producer

Texty

Aye, look
Everybody jump when we get it started
Thinking that this one went a little tardy
Throwing up the guns it's a different party
Homie you the one with a brittle army
Coming from the slums to a new house
Picking up the drums for a new route
Don't show love you can move out
Ooh now
Buddy gone' lose ow
Fuck you gone' do now?
Me and my team in this bitch cause it's fuck a solo act
But I'm riding by my dolo with nothing besides the clothes on my back
And it's harder to make out the lines he's saying on a track
When I'm playing it loud I hear,
"That shit wack!"
Everybody around me got the true ears
Why you think I waited so long it felt like two years
Trying to play it off bruh this is what we do here
Go and let the dogs out I'm a show you true fear
If you ain't gone' show love don't show shit
Gold stain plate painted on my wrist
Too much weight make you fold like six
And you got my thanks when you post my vid
Ain't gone' show love don't show shit
Gold stain plate painted on my wrist
Too much weight make you fold like six
And you got my thanks when you post my vid
I could care less about the whole hateful shit
Cause when the time come through I'm trying to savor it
Take the mask off homie you been baking in
You like a flat top chicken with no flavor in
My shit deeper than deep
Your shit weaker than weak
And when you walk around damn I feel bad for your feet
Cause that's a little too much stress
Ain't that what you do best
Growing up true yes
Homie I'm a new vet
Still tripping off the blocking I could see
If that's the case then I'll be rocking with the top off of the v
Throwing up a middle finger to the KBOYD
And that's the radio I be
Playing on with no idea
Got to supply the world with way more heat
I don't know a single person bumping you up in the street
But I see I'm at a level where the ill minds meet
You can follow in my feet and be a real life king
If you ain't gone' show love don't show shit
Gold stain plate painted on my wrist
Too much weight make you fold like six
And you got my thanks when you post my vid
Ain't gone' show love don't show shit
Gold stain plate painted on my wrist
Too much weight make you fold like six
And you got my thanks when you post my vid
Written by: Ronald Kalama
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