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Intro
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Hip-Hop
Intro è stato pubblicato il 12 gennaio 2018 da Money Comes First / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution come parte dell'album Relentless
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Data di uscita12 gennaio 2018
EtichettaMoney Comes First / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM97

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G.T.
G.T.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G.T.
G.T.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eisner Bankz
Eisner Bankz
Producer
Feezydisabangah
Feezydisabangah
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
When you get big boy paper
The type that turn your OG into a hater
Got they one-all flavors
Come get plugged with a jug and fuck rappin'
In the streets a **** really buzzin'
Fuck Jordan, I used to look up to my cousin
Rolled everything from the 'Vette to the Excursion
Back when he used to have the spot behind Persian
Knew back then I would grow up to be servin'
This game fucked up, gotta do it third person
It'd be a **** close to you that be workin'
With it then a couple **** bowled to one, worth it
Carmen Cameron did them that same **** worship
Petty ass ****, you'll forever be a worker
Spot sale will Ocean Drive and them Porsches
Them Glocks with a sword, **** play we gon' scorch 'em
Hit the road so much 75 should endorse us
[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for that shit I inherited
Your block don't slam nothing, that's so embarrassing
I knew you would fold open that's so predictable
To a couple ****' hoes I'm unforgettable
To my fans, I'm glad you waited on this project
I was too busy in them spots with them objects
In and out of town, trying to lock another ton
In the field for real, that's why this ain't came out yet
I love my son, that's with every ounce of me
I got a teacher that be triple the mon ami
Gabby TRN a Lexus gettin' in the house of peace
Gotta thank my granny and mama for raising a G
Daddy died at fourteen, got my game off the streets
Pull up right now, the zips'll go a sack apiece
Ho peep for twenty eight, that's if you on two or three
Money really grow on trees, you don't get it like me
[Verse 3]
I kick back, throw my feet up in the air
It been a long time comin' thinking how we made it here
Back and forth on Hounds headed to another town
Gotta wrap them bitches tight, they loud like they got sound
Twelve hundred on denim, can't fit bands in 'em
Couple **** cut from down the way, we gon' trim 'em
Real talk, they say to haters we ain't stop yet
Winter time coming, fuck it, I might go and cop a 'Vette
Peanut butter seats on them offsets
Got **** waitin' like we ain't fell off yet
Rap got it straight, we done come a long way from dealin'
We don't care who you is, you ain't with us, we don't feel it ****
I been grateful from the jump, why would I change?
**** get a little change and forget they lane
It be so many **** swervin', staying in your lane
Before I send my young dog to come hit your brain
Written by: Simon Lewicki
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