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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Vocals
Brandon Banks
Brandon Banks
Background Vocals
Phoelix
Phoelix
Bass
Reggie
Reggie
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalon Berry
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Songwriter
Reginald Helms Jr
Reginald Helms Jr
Songwriter
Michael E. Neil
Michael E. Neil
Songwriter
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Producer
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Anthony Bernal
Anthony Bernal
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Derek Ali
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Before I played freeze tag, I played kick door Before I heard the word, "Romance", I heard the word, "Ho" Before I played freeze tag, I played kick door Before I heard the word, "Romance", I heard the word, "Ho" Used to stash the package in the mattress or the sofa, huh I was putting ki's in the motor like Toyota, huh 'Til I made that Lambo order, it's matte black just like my Rover Cops patrollin' pulled me over, he just tryna make his quota Searched the car because we smokin', he ain't even find a toaster Law man asked me where I'm goin', "On my way to sell a quarter" But it's persona that I'm servin', no more gas bag, gettin' detergent ("Why you drivin' fast and swervin'?") 'Cause black Suburbans make me nervous He let me go with just a warning, tried to joke about a feature Had to call and tell the homies, not too long ago when we was Robbin' niggas, I was roachin' Trappin', rappin', now I'm global I get paid to spit my vocals I am not a local joker No more sleepin' on the sofa Crib in Cali, I'm bi-coastal Autographing, signing posters I am not a local joker It get hectic in my section, so my Smith & Wesson dirty (dirty) Keep an FN when I'm steppin', just like Stephen, it shoot 30 Houston, Texas what I'm reppin', known for purple syrup and swangers But murder block, that's Alief, Texas, known for murkin', totin' bangers When I go back to my hood, I see them same old niggas On the same old shit, with them same old issues Tried to show 'em if I did it, they could probably do it bigger But all we ever talk about is them same old bitches And them same old stories and them same old figures We was stackin' up in high school, for them Jordans, we would kill you I could lead you to the water, but can't pedal your canoe Reminisce 'bout money, doing stupid shit we used to do like Robbin' niggas, I was roachin' Trappin', rappin', now I'm global I get paid to spit my vocals I am not a local joker No more sleepin' on the sofa Crib in Cali, I'm bi-coastal Autographing, signing posters I am not a local joker (local joker, local joker...)
Writer(s): Kalon Berry, Tim Murdock Suby, Emekwanem Biosah Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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