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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bagatune
Performer
M-Beat
Performer
TeeZandos
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Gordon
Composer
Marlon Hart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Gordon
Producer
Marlon Hart
Producer
Jericho
Recording Engineer
Glen Nicholls
Mixing Engineer
Dan Greshham
Mastering Engineer
Testi
No love lost
I could never invest
Real time
If Its not an interest
Gs get slimed
**** lie for the net
And Beef gets frying
So you better wear vests
Yes
I’m hoping the message I’m giving is
Heard
hoping the lyrics I say
Are deserved
I’m hoping my limits ain’t pushed to their limits
Cause if I go
Loco
I might catch a bird
Blacked out
Mini dress
With a couple of sweets
I’m on fleek
**** loving off Tee
He’s taking me shopping and
Keeping it sweet
He’s making me shy
Please
I come from the gutter
I love all my brothers
I wish we could take it to back in the day
When I was a youngen
And we was all chilling
When **** back then always did what they say
I want gwop
Bags
Dogs
Cars
But Bro wants to send him to mars
Your
stack
Ain’t that
Large
I think you live a facade
I think they wanted my name to be dead
I think they wanted it all to be over
I think
when I wanna be back
That I can be that
Push all the rap bitches over
Gimmie some money
Before I give you anything
I don’t wanna be taken for silly
I’m
Live in the city
I’m rolling with killy
And if it ain’t under his seat
Then it’s wimmie
I hate any one whos got beef
And it’s live
Like I just got my hair done tonight
So
Why would you tell me to hop out the ride
my face is a fortune
I’m done with that life
On
Off
Guns
Cough
Hair done
Sat nice
With a shape just right
no long shots
If you hearing me
Name
Then you know that I’m pressure
They see me don’t know what to do
And I’m happy
That everything that happened
I’m on and off
Here
But I promise im off it with you
I’m Running the game like a marathon
Tell me your angle
So I know the issue
Yeah
I like you
But heard that you’re chatty
So if we do link
Then it’s best I don’t kiss you
if you know im on go
You ain’t troubling bro
No
That ain’t the way that it goes
I’m in shot gun
And it ain’t sawn off
So the tip of its touching my nose
I get bored
Quit rap
Get bored
come back
And all now
Until I drop a banger
They’re losing the game
They ain’t leading
The pack
I jump on
Jump off
They ain’t taking my spot
It’s a loss
I done did everything
That they wanted to do
I’m on go like I said
In my league
I’m a boss
Written by: Marlon Hart, Sam Gordon