Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loc Saint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Richard Tamman
Songwriter
Lyrics
And I'm just tryna change my life but demons hanging all up under me
And-the-only-way-to-be-reppelling-em's-nailing-em wit another Loc'd Out Harmony (x2)
Loc'd Out / Harmony / Green Light come and get me / Harmony
So now I'm back wit attack betta run for da lack when da Loc buck back when I hit em like a maniac and that's that now react to da fact everybody go black Loco wonder where da brain be at / while the body take flight and the soul roll back / make a motherfucker really wanna yak / cock back / when I spit it witta little bit a that bomb back Intact / make a mothafucking name for yourself / But don't you claim it excels / Cus I'm stompin down every one of your back bitenous trails / Aw naw in a pinch Loc Saint witta sawed off / Split it witta moss boss / Hit em witta reason that season's the sauce / Loc'd Out
The block is coming for ya Loc that's how they threatening me / But I can't help but worry about the one who comes to kill me / This ain't the first go round around the block that I been millin' / I remember the last one almost had his fucking cap get peeled in
Been tryna keep my cool for oh so long I can't remember / Last time I snapped a rivals neck cut back and almost severed / I'm thee opitomy of how psycho foes can really end up / prayer's get sent up / back to center / open up the doors and enter / And Now You've brought me to the point where there is no returning / Fucked with a real life kinda psycho get yo guts a churnin' / Invite yo Michael go like no ones heard of murda learnin / Grew up watchin / heinous acts in fact I'm saturated swervin' / I'm checking threats / better yet / better wipe yo sweat and watch while da bullet pops / Never mind that bball court 1 buck make a short motherfucker quick get hops / Pop lock while da shell drop hot and I'm still running atchya motherfuckers like I'm crazy / Witta machete I last used to cut the tip of a nose witta edge that's serrated / I don't play games so don't make me / if I ain't real then don't hate me / I will pump steel -if-ya-get-shady / Tell-me-have-ya-tried to kill someone lately / Real Damage / And if you haven't why you tryna threaten the Loc then take a stab at it / Don'tchya know I'm erratic and ain't ya heard I'm a savage
Loc'd Out / Harmony / Green Light come and get me / Harmony
The block is coming for ya Loc that's how they threatening me / But I can't help but worry about the one who comes to kill me / This ain't the first go round around the block that I been millin' / I remember the last one almost had his fucking cap get peeled in
Green Light come and get me to that harmony sang / we ride for the art of the bang / Loc'd out to die is to gain
Written by: Sean Richard Tamman

