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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Raúl Bermejo
Raúl Bermejo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raúl Bermejo
Raúl Bermejo
Producer
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
Jambo
Jambo
Producer
Manohmanfoster
Manohmanfoster
Producer

Letra

(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?) Let all the real ones in and close the Heaven gates Tomorrow never comes, so love me yesterday When you spell "Love" your "O" is lowercase Me leavin' and they change is the worst case I blow out all the fire like it's my birthday Like Derek Jeter, everything I did was unsafe If this money cannot buy your heart, I know that I can rent it I know this paper might drive me insane, without a speed limit If you take too long to ask me, I might lie I'm livin' wrong, I got this pistol on my right side It's like my life been movin' fast, my niggas dyin' slowly Mark ain't ever comin' home, he tried to kill the police I know that police comin' home if he ever kill me You might drown in my songs 'cause my lyrics real deep I'm blind countin' blue hunnids, rest in peace Nipsey If my fans never touch me, I bet they feel me The world was sleepin' on me, who had bought the earth the onesie Motives... What is yours? What is yours? What is yours? What is yours? What's up with your new shit? Tryna figure who you is Whatever you do fine, I hope you don't lose it What is yours? What is yours? I be high thinkin' 'bout C-Lo So I don't shoot craps no more Before my eyes, I seen the hate start to unfold Bunch of secrets, I got stories that are untold Ball with my brothers, mama shoulda named me Lonzo Even when I'm off the set, a nigga still countin' hunchos I got brothers on the block and they get packs like Mutombo Tell my life on the phone, it was micro, not Boost Mobile Everything ain't the same Livin' like I robbed a bank Dead homies not around, it's strange Unexpected separation If it ain't a problem, then we gon' make one I'm too humble, I been workin' on my arrogance They down in the dirt, so let us put our prayers up Let all the real ones in and close the Heaven gates Tomorrow never comes, so love me yesterday When you spell "Love" your "O" is lowercase Me leavin' and they change is the worst case I blow out all the fire like it's my birthday Like Derek Jeter, everything I did was unsafe If this money cannot buy your heart, I know that I can rent it I know this paper might drive me insane, without a speed limit If you take too long to ask me, I might lie I'm livin' wrong, I got this pistol on my right side
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Raul Bermejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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