Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boog Brown
Vocals
Slopfunkdust
Beats
Sponatola
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elsie Swann
Composer
Terrance Harding
Composer
Marc Irvin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slopfunkdust
Producer
Sponatola
Producer
Lirik
(Uh uh)
Now any mission require you pay attention
Fuck around and get caught slippin not listening
Nothin rub it in like repetition, that shit gets old
Fuck around and look up and your friends get gone
Ya mama not home, ya daddy just another sad song
You just another verse same poem
Movin through your life on a low hum
Smart -dumb **** love to haggle over crumbs
Bum bitches almost never add up to the sun
Same feathers flockin when the weather gets fair
Catch em countin up ya pockets when the cupboards bare
Gotta watch it, everybody out to profit, yeah?
And all this frontin got you out here looking like a meal.
Don't get excited I'm just out to write it cause it's real.
I'm enlightend so I felt inclined enough to share - it's uncomfortable, missin all cues
Couldn't see the truth without clues, clown shoes
See suckas Neva do without approve from they crews.
Gettin used scared to make a move, just you
You rather have the clout and the juice, you run ya mouth loose, bravo help you tie ya own noose, won't it?
Squarin with the wrong opponent
Hard head make a soft ass
Don't I know it
Rather own it, than leave my family on condolence
Short notice, just take a little focus
Can't even hold you don't act like I never told you
Wiser since I'm older flip the chip up off my shoulder and it's over...
*Chant* X2
"it's gone be, what it's gone be
We gone see, what we gone see.
We gone see, yea we gone see
It's gone be, what it's gone be"
Written by: Elsie Swann, Marc Irvin, Terrance Harding