Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Rap
KXNG Crooked
KXNG Crooked
Performer
Dominick Wickliffe
Dominick Wickliffe
Rap
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Songwriter
Dominick Wickliffe
Dominick Wickliffe
Songwriter
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown
Producer

Songtexte

Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real I always been athletic, some people say this rap is a sport Walk them cleats on this field, drag your ass on this court You enrolled in Sunday School, you can slack if you want See some artist request love, I just blacken my thoughts It's rooted in me Do you grizzly with the back of my paws That's just a bear-handed smack, can you imagine my claws? Rip and gristle you, need a million feet of tissue and gauze To absorb puddles, I pluck you, reposition your jaw Stomp your favorite rapper's head, his brain spill on the floor That's bootleggin', see his album 'fore it get to the stores Give you this whole magazine, until you sick with the Lord You know the vibes, XXL shells hittin' the source Street showers, clear the block like it's street sweep hours Then spin the block and sweep again, I'm a neat freak, coward Run out of all 9 lives when you meet me, Yaowa I'm with all that Riff Raff, I'm like Heathcliff partner My words worth, no amount of money, shit is priceless My mic it's divine drip, every time spit leaves my lips And fine tits wave to the windscreen, like glass in front of a pilot In the sky with unlimited flight mileage The pendant is white diamonds I'm just chillin' on my infinite villain shit Like pirates and I'm sicker than Mike Meyers I got, 20 years in the game, I seen the whole thang Young niggas tradin' their publishin' for a gold chain Execs never act alone Take turns butt-fucking their artist with a saxophone Damn that's a cold train This black minority never will I lack authority My hammer sorcery, got me wondering how packed the morgue'll be Better act accordingly, yeah this cats gory Yeah I rap horror, 'cause y'all categorically rapping horribly I know the game fake but I ain't trying to lose a scrimmage You couldn't picture me losing if using Google Image Look what they do for spinach Baby gave me head, swallowed my future menace Like it was Nutrigenix, maybe this dude's the realest In this music business, Ruger chilling keep the stick on me You could get the drop on me and still won't get the drip on me I hold the stick high like I'm conducting a symphony Get your posse cut like the juice crew if you mention me Got my trench coat on flashing a Swiss Rollie Dropped 81 points on that joint, never forget Kobe 380 toy, that baby boy'll clip Jodie Smoking a Frank-White Cuban, nigga that big stogie Leave me alone or get your cap twisted It's the housing authority, rap district, our bars are black listed Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real It's like glasses with prescription Mixed with Patek's from the district Time to focus like I crushed a hundred Adderalls and sniffed it Pick any rapper you fathom, simply add him to a wish list I rap circles around him like a basketball for Christmas We damage your rap persona, come rap with the anacondas Giving niggas hooks like Apollo sampling Cappadonna Picture Crook getting swallowed in back of the cab with 'Donna See the bitch in you That's what you and your bitch have in common, nah Niggas can't tell me shit Make you blow your own brains out with that extend-o clip Call the shit a selfie-stick I never fled, I fight, over your head, I Go for the bread, I Wrote your murder, but I never said I write Who wanna bet I turn Jedi Knight And wave lights, day and night like a red eye flight Lay your princess in the sky like she Luke' partner One hand solo out the window, here's something for you to Chewbacca Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real Instead of catchin' bodies Niggas not keepin' it real
Writer(s): Dominick Wickliffe, Erik Stephens, Joell Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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