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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EST Gee
EST Gee
Recording Engineer
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mastering Engineer

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How much longer it's gon' take How much longer it's gon' take How much longer it's gon' That's opinion-based The fact is I put 90 on the interstate Get it where it's sunny Then go serve it in a different state How much longer it's gon' take? How much longer can you wait? My play from down the way got 12K So eight should get you straight, this cheaper way Amma pop this Perc'-y and get geeked today Ridin' with this broomstick Don't get swept off of your feet today Who really been with me still? I know who ain't keep it real I don't feel a thing So they can't find out what my weakness is Tell your bitch I love her She gon' tell me where your secrets hid And her head was thunder Save her number under eat a kid Why you speak on what I did? What you want me, do a bid? I don't beef on social sites The only place I'm getting killed Posted where the demons live We locked it in, in blood I ain't pay for it We call it stepping in the name of love Could have dropped a thousand chains But we been buying dope and guns I got everybody shot Soon as I couldn't pinpoint who it was Bitch, be thankful that I made a way from niggas in my hood This for fun, not for funds I been straight since twenty-one Now I'm twenty-five Lot of niggas hiding, a lot of niggas dying A lot of bitches telling me I'm fine I think that they lying They weren't checking for me in '09 Bitch, you through with crime When I was in Huaraches and Filas I knew I would shine I just wanted to take you with me Hit the main one, give you fifty Hit the small one, give you ten Double back, get ten again Drop the window, focus in, fuck it, hop out on your man Trappers hit the front and rear, acting like they spinning benz Niggas don't even come down, pop They know that's gone get em' popped My niggas know it's a cash prize involved They catch a opp Riding with Lil K Soon as seen a opp, he had it cocked If she made her way out to the island She been eating cock You know that this facts This ain't something we got to speak about Never leave my brothers That ain't even something I gotta think about Standing in the kitchen Water whipping at Aisha's house Two, three bricks to NOLA He been throwing, he can't even leave the house Amma get it in, give it to bro, and he gon' piece it out If you show a piece of loyalty, then I can't leave you out Rick said he gon' pay my lawyer fees and he Gon' get me out And he gon' keep that Fendi cheap So EST designer down
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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