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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dark Lo
Dark Lo
Performer
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Performer
Charles Salley
Charles Salley
Rap
Abdul Ibrahim West
Abdul Ibrahim West
Rap
Matt Carrillo
Matt Carrillo
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Salley
Charles Salley
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Abdul Ibrahim West
Abdul Ibrahim West
Songwriter
Matt Carrillo
Matt Carrillo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Herb Sims
Herb Sims
Recording Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]
I feel this shit in my heart, I feel this type of shit, you feel me?
Riding on the E way swervin', daydreamin' and shit
RIP to everybody man, the whole squad
Harry Fraud, these songs we gonna do this shit right, all right?
It's Dark Lo the crook
[Verse 2]
We all vultures, stomp a **** out, y'all roaches
They let a **** out, then I got focused
It's like a chip on my shoulder when I wrote this
It's like a chick when I hold her and I felt the shit
Check my documentary, my name been here for centuries
You know I came in Bentleys, you know my heart so empty
I seen a dead body first in elementary
It fuck you up mentally, went to the streets eventually
When your life is scripted, you stand on shit and then you contradict it
Type of shit you can't fix it
Rest in peace Rell, he built me from the district
He had beef, I came through with some misfits
Like a drum banging, I'm in my hood
Kids said I'm famous, yo' mama said I'm dangerous
I was down Cambridge, you dudes WrestleMania
I'm from Philly but I rep the whole Pennsylvania
[Verse 3]
Huh, damn
[Verse 4]
I just got a call for a brick or two
It's twenty-one a bake on the sixty-two
Cookies on my plate, come and get a few
Extendo in this forty playing peek-a-boo
Abdominal fluid got garlics and sodas
I could pack a trap house without a promoter
Forty-four bullets inside of the Cobra
To kill a half a million, you got to be sober
I was online before a computer
Eighteen years old putting four in a ruler
My dad sold dope, I was sort of influenced
Don't give a fuck about your money, I'm supporting the shooters
Me and Po' had a plan and its coming' to life
I'm giving Lo a hundred bands or it wouldn't be right
I hated last drought, had to pay down the line
It say two-fifty-two when I'm weighing the nine
**** touch one of mines and those bodies gonna double
I'll send a hit squad, you give Kazi some trouble
If they shoot at me, know I got a rebuttal
I fucked her at her man's house and I got her in trouble
Rather shovel shit then get work from a rat
I wouldn't serve one a ball if he offered a stack
I'm on I-76 with a bird on my lap
Glock-17 I'm a surgeon with that
Written by: Abdul Ibrahim West, Charles Salley, Matt Carrillo, Rory William Quigley
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