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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrance Hatch
Songwriter
ada obayuwana
Songwriter
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This generation really watered down trained by real killas in them Bentley trucks with choppa rounds Ad really knocked em out Cobby still choked em out I hung the body on the 110 before they chalked em out n**** cause I’m from slauson ave and all that **** never trippin they shoes tied is what I call that , two twin cuetes this siete this Yb one white bird had me balling number thirty three , alota **** hate but in my face they scared to say something , thunder on deck I’m tryna squabble till I break something , i-8 him up them hollows X X X’d him out bag it up alone murder scene or self check out , C he lost gio and realized I got a death wish, we charged up going Scotty go electric , these **** only turnt up when they off a pill , I was high of gun powder on my first drill , paws home he said gas **** lame af talkin about hmp, in they songs sounding gay af , this hell cat crack pavement when it lift off who tryna race to safe incoming call from lowball scanner and a 38 D.A do not play this 3 strikes is Adidas the judge wanna give me K Swiss thunder storms A.O.D how my paper work you’ll never see AC name in no **** paper work **** I need all mine like the clothing line I missed acouple meals when I was tryna help my brother shine loyalty over money I made angels cry , a cold hearted bitch that get a bag the type of shit I like Beverly Hills balmains and alota Grammys , head shot face lift doctor Miami , I’m in these Christians and they bleeding like Jesus feet either a cage or a mansion when I RIP
Written by: Torrance Hatch, ada obayuwana