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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sha Hef
Performer
183rd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashaad Harcum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
183rd
Producer
歌詞
You really should be stacking ya bread
Let what you see stay in the back of ya head
But you don't feel me tho
They put my **** back in the feds
Im tryna quit
But I'm back on the meds
But you don't feel me tho
You really should be loving ya kids
Cant teach em shit
When you stuck on a bid
But you don't feel me tho
Trappin out that spot that you live
You ran it up
Buy ya momma a crib
But you don't feel me tho
These **** going broke over hoes
Blowing re up money shopping for hoes
But you don't feel me tho
I really risked my life i the field
Did what I did just to bring home a meal
But you don't feel me tho
Ou really should be stacking ya bread
Let what you see stay in the back of ya head
But you don't feel me tho
They put my **** back in the feds
Im tryna quit
But I'm back on the meds
But you don't feel me tho
I come from the bottom
Let me make it clear
Who would ever think that we would make it here
Respectfully, you force us
We gon take it there
I could try to make it right
But I can't make it fair
I could prolly make this weekend
What u make this year
Streets got u scared straight
You better face ya fear
Bring something to the table fo' you take a chair
Cash my plug out for a whole
He told me take a pair
I really made a name off how I flip cocaine
Now I'm twisted wit ya sister at the Blippers game
These **** move like bitches how they switch for fame
I had a itch like Money Mitch, I couldn't ditch the game
Glock 40 banging like Zion
I need a plug,fuck a shoulder I could cry on
Im from the 30 that's a block tho you could die
No passes just a casket you could try on
Im really in the game they say my life a movie
Judge gave my dawg a dub to life despite the jury
**** tried to run my fade i let him fight the uzi
Im paid in full in real life
Don't even like the movie
This for them **** in the ghettos that they never knew
That never made it to the feds but saw the revenue
Or caught a charge and held it down, seen trial and never blew
I thought the streets could love me back but it was never true
You really should be stacking ya bread
Let what you see stay in the back of ya head
But you don't feel me tho
They put my **** back in the feds
Im tryna quit
But I'm back on the meds
But you don't feel me tho
You really should be loving ya kids
Cant teach em shit
When you stuck on a bid
But you don't feel me tho
Trappin out that spot that you live
You ran it up
Buy ya momma a crib
But you don't feel me tho
These **** going broke over hoes
Blowing re up money shopping for hoes
But you don't feel me tho
I really risked my life i the field
Did what I did just to bring home a meal
But you don't feel me tho
Ou really should be stacking ya bread
Let what you see stay in the back of ya head
But you don't feel me tho
They put my **** back in the feds
Im tryna quit
But I'm back on the meds
But you don't feel me tho
I look back at my life its been so sacrificial
You standing underneath that light, you better pack a pistol
Old head gave me first tech
But he aint have a whistle
Tell my shooter fo spin the block
Then we attack the issue
Everybody be bulletproof until them bullets hit you
You on a tee then in a week,watch them **** forget you
Too official, I might triple up all thru thru the fiscal,
Never see me crack a smile cause ignorance is blissful
I never been a hater, always hated on
Serving like a waiter im the one they waited on
Moving boulders now my shoulders what the weight is on
In my kitchen wit my hammer and apron on
Ima pop it i can't help it if you take it wrong
Whats the point of flexing money if you make it wrong
I had to leave you where you was cause you was taking long
I got ya bitch all in my bed, im who she naked on
Lil freak name angelique, im rollin up that cannatique
Never touch my hands but i mite pick up 20 grand a week
Never had a plug but i was gettin all dem grams for cheap
40 in my pants so watch ya mans,Ill put his ass to sleep
They was tryna spend, im tray stack
They thought the boy was cheap
Then they tried to run off with the wave
They thought ya boy was sleep
Put em on, they tried to cross me out
They thought the boy was weak
Life get shorter, but always get stronger
When the waters deep
You really should be stacking ya bread
Let what you see stay in the back of ya head
But you don't feel me tho
They put my **** back in the feds
Im tryna quit
But I'm back on the meds
But you don't feel me tho
You really should be loving ya kids
Cant teach em shit
When you stuck on a bid
But you don't feel me tho
Trappin out that spot that you live
You ran it up
Buy ya momma a crib
But you don't feel me tho
These **** going broke over hoes
Blowing re up money shopping for hoes
But you don't feel me tho
I really risked my life i the field
Did what I did just to bring home a meal
But you don't feel me tho
Ou really should be stacking ya bread
Let what you see stay in the back of ya head
But you don't feel me tho
They put my **** back in the feds
Im tryna quit
But I'm back on the meds
But you don't feel me tho
Written by: Rashaad Harcum