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Intro
Hip-Hop/Rap
Intro è stato pubblicato il 18 luglio 2024 da 21x Entertainment come parte dell'album The Last To Win - EP
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Data di uscita18 luglio 2024
Etichetta21x Entertainment
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM84

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyvis Frazier
Keyvis Frazier
Songwriter

Testi

This how we start it off
But we the last to win
This ain't your average gotti
Nah this something different
Sometimes I dream at night I could've saved my dogs
Was steady focused on the game and tryna save a loss
Them sticky nights up in the trenches had to play my role
Shots started flying wishing he can save us all
Pray to god I make it out at night can't let them put me down
Got it on me always hoping that they come around
If the police ever swing me imma pay the cost
I rather sit behind a cell before I take a fall
Walk up on the casket wearing shades ain't tryna face the reaper
They ask why iont hit em up but never like the reasons
Ain't trust my bruddas in a minute feel like **** creeping
Too many thoughts inside head I must be fighting demons
Told myself to lay up off them drugs but then my **** died
Tried to lay up off them drugs but then my **** died again
**** said I'm moving wocky when I ride with guns
Tell them **** that I wish that I could ride around with Ten
With my **** in passenger
Looking for them **** who had left when we ain't ask for much
Like I ain't hold it down when **** knew I would've crashed for them
The ones that's still around when I get up I got a bag for them
The bitches that I dubbed they should've knew it wouldn't last with them
Ain't never got no hustle and I be trapping something crazy
Twenty-twelve we had that yola stashed up in that section 80
Turned the school to a dispensary the halls was smelling haze
But I was selling kush
I ain't need no motivation but I'll take a little push
How you bitches ask for chicken but you ain't giving up no puss
If I really need the bread then Imma match bro on the plot
If he try to do me dirty they gone find the **** cooked
Im with Chuck and we gone ball like Im Mutumbo on the block
Im with Leek I call him Klay cause Im like Curry with the rock
If you need it then I got it Im in Houston with them Rockets
If you **** want a problem I'm Ray Allen with the shot
And imma fire
I come from the trenches I ain't need to watch the wire
I done seen some **** put a lot up on line
Lose it all and get it back some shit that I admire
If it ain't bout that money it ain't even worth my time
They jump up off that porch and they ain't ready for this life
They see the price of living and try leave when it get high
Keep **** at a distance shit get hard they disappear
See them with the opps we pop up on them and surprise em
They ain't care before but hear me now like I'm Verizon
Money on my mind and in my pocket check the lining
No parent want kid out here addicted to the life
They overdose on crime and now they momma somewhere crying
Murder what she wrote but when she text me she a saint
Told me that she love me why these bitches always lying
Moving with my bruddas when I make it to the bank
Move against my brother ain't no saving you we sliding
Smelling foreign when I'm out
But still a little scared of flying
Call me catch a body gotti turn my hood into the shining
Don't pull up to my trap if **** don't know what they buying
Cause we conniving
I up the lightning and get to firing
We rearrange him
And organize him
Them early evenings
Its **** smiling
And bitches spying
They drop the lo and them killers riding
They get to sliding
Shots firing
**** wilding
Opps dying
Hearing the sirens/
Written by: Keyvis Frazier
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