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क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erik Shiboski
Upright Bass
Germs
Sampled Artist
Kevin Abstract
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Nick Velez
Songwriter
Ciarán McDonald
Songwriter
Bobby Pyn
Songwriter
Pat Smear
Songwriter
Mario Candido Rusca
Songwriter
William A. Keyes
Songwriter
Damon Smith
Songwriter
Darryl Pittman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bearface
Producer
Nick Velez
Producer
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Honey Canin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer
गाने
(Fuck you) fuck you, come up here then
Oh, wow, big pussy
You guys ready?
Yo, yo
Shut your bitch ass up, nigga (uh)
Fuck you to anyone that claim that they got me (uh)
When my heart was low, it turn to kami-kamikaze
Respect was takin' back my gallery, I'm finna spaz (yeah)
The truth is everything we need, can we agree with that? (Yeah)
The group is over without being on the album (huh)
I'm back and ready, Ciarán had to bring it out me (huh)
I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy (huh)
Niggas I made, I love to see them boys surpass me (huh)
Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty (huh)
Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P
I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be
You gotta bring it if you gettin' on a track with me
This shit a classic, ain't even been out a week
The show is over nigga, please stop harassing me
Stop asking me, it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy
On my own (on my own, on my own, on my own)
What? On my what?
Oh, no, no, don't, no
Listen to me nigga
Ooh, boy, you still a bitch boy, you ain't doin' shit boy
This that murder shit, boy, this that learn to destroy
The label needed 35 minutes of music
It's the true shit, faggot nigga out of Houston
Doin', whatever the fuck I'm 'posed to do, yeah
Moshing at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued yet
Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement
After shows taking photos with all the new fans
I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver
Through the loose and dark and stupid kinda movements
Injectin' hope into a generation of a lotta lonely motherfuckers sick of waiting
We ain't taking all them punches to the fucking faces
Just to let some fuck niggas come around and say some fake shit
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle
Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle
Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle
Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle
Writer(s): Ciaran Mcdonald, Ian Simpson, Darryl Pittman, Damon Smith, Mario Rusca, Nick Velez, Pat Smear, William A Keyes, Bobby Pyn
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