Top Songs By Deniro Farrar
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deniro Farrar
Lead Vocals
Dyce
Programming
Erick Lottary
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deniro Farrar
Lyrics
Dyce
Composer
Erick Lottary
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyce
Producer
Lyrics
She fucking up the game
Yeah, yeah
Dementia hoppin', got me homin' in prison
Cold world, gotta ride with the weapon
You can die, you collide with my section
Cold world, gotta stay prayed on
Finessein' like a MJ layup
**** dyin' every day, wake up
It's some shit that I can't make up
Pack jails full of **** like us
And we hustlin' to get them bucks
Just throw your life away, 'cause he don't get no fucks
Dementia hoppin', got me homin' in prison
Cold world, gotta ride with the weapon
You can die, you collide with my section
Cold world, gotta stay prayed on
Finessein' like a MJ layup
**** dyin' every day, wake up
It's some shit that I can't make up
Pack jails full of **** like us
And we hustlin' to get them bucks
Just throw your life away, 'cause he don't get no fucks
Always gettin' money, keep guap on me
I ain't slippin', you can never get the drop on me
I ain't worried, 'cause I'm ridin' with a Glock on me
Feds on my dick like I got a block on me
Left the trap just so I can get the rap money
Member women used to put me on the back burner
Now they suck a **** dry, 'cause I'm a rack earner
I used to get the work and cut it with the fat burner
Now they tell me I ain't street if I don't ride through the hood
I don't really give a fuck, 'cause my people, they good
Lil' freak brought with me, she gon' eat up the wood
And the **** you see with me, he gon' ride for me
How you say you love me, but you ain't gon' die for me?
And I kinda told mama not to cry for me
Put my bitch on the stand and she gon' lie for me
Protocol when it's wartime, we on the front line
And you don't want it like I want mine
And showin' your grind and showin' your face
The risks that I take, they fill up the safe
I just beat the case, my record erased
Bought my mother a state, what more can I say?
Used to black clouds, now the sunshine on my face
I'm too hungry to let a **** take my plate
Been solid, I ain't never gon' break
Too real, I can never be fake
Got kids, gotta make sure they straight
Cop know what I tell ****, now I'm gon' snap, man, you hear me?
Pop that shit, you hear me? You hear me? You hear me?
Cop rap worldwide, shit, baby, global
B.S., ****, trip, what's happenin', ****?
Yes, sir, soul, ****, we takin' over the world
Dementia hoppin', got me homin' in prison
Cold world, gotta ride with a weapon
You can die, you collide with my section
Cold world, gotta stay prayed up
Finessein' like a MJ layup
**** dyin' every day, wake up
It's some shit that I can't make up
Pack jails full of **** like us
But we hustlin' to get them bucks
Just throw your life away, 'cause he don't get no fucks
Dementia hoppin', got me homin' in prison
Cold world, gotta ride with a weapon
You can die, you collide with my section
Cold world, gotta stay prayed up
Finessein' like a MJ layup
**** dyin' every day, wake up
It's some shit that I can't make up
Pack jails full of **** like us
But we hustlin' to get them bucks
Just throw your life away, 'cause he don't get no fucks
K.O. might have been the wrong time for me
Gave life support, you just found the pulse
See, I bring results
Save lives when they cry for broke
Switch bolts, then they try to choke
Let it go, but I wrote every one of you down
I bet you couldn't get it out of me now
See, when I'm back, I'm back
I'm hood Forbes if we back that act
Boy lookin' for my **** that won't raise they chaps
TMC, barely made shit off streams, we gotta eat
Still make a plate off packs, you gotta weak
I copped in, come right back
I never lease, and the Kings bring bread up front
I need a seat, I'm never on social with it
But when that postal hittin', I need full commitment
And understand we bypass all restrictions
But the Lord may miss you if you ask forgiveness
God damn, never know when
It's your time
Dig your grave, or read your rhymes
Sold your soul then, lost your mind
All we knew is this, all our lives
You know what it is, boy, we got another one
**** dyin' every day, wake up
This some shit that I can't make up
Pack jails full of **** like us
Cause we hustle to get them bucks
Just throw your life away, 'cause he don't get no fucks
He don't get no fucks
Written by: Deniro Farrar, Dyce, Erick Lottary