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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crisis
Performer
Carl Urban
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Urban
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crisis
Producer
歌詞
What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully?
If you'd come to me in friendship
And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies
Then he would become my enemies
And then they will fear you
Y'all wanna play? Let's play
Raise the sound, you a real Gs
Don't ever think you bozos could try me
Don't ever think this music defies me
Don't get the wrong picture while you scrollin' through IG
When it's go time, I put the gear in high speed
Cowards always sayin', better ask about me
Where I'm from, you get clapped, that's get out the homie
Salute the kid, nice MAC-11 and CB
Screamin' fuck the system to the real ones, all free
Beef get me hype from the protein
No red meat, push your shit to the white
My team flip more peas than Vanna White
Real rights movin' through the matrix at the speed of light
This a kite to the real, servin' time, no appeal
We still ride and hold your head 'til you back on the field
A warning to the fake, watch what you say
My team not for play, on my side, it ain't safe
This a kite to the real, servin' time, no appeal
We still ride and hold your head 'til you back on the field
A warning to the fake, watch what you say
My team not for play, on my side, it ain't safe
And it never been, come through, goons crack your melanin
Kick your tombstone over, piss on your skeleton
Youngins and the veterans active on the set
Watch your step when you visitin' the sound, you tenements
Gangsta and a gentleman, pull puppet strings
In the ghetto like Geppetto, bow, kiss the ring
Heavy metal rounds break bones when they pierce skin
Shooters creep up, let it go, no warning
Early in the morning, while you gettin' breakfast
Fifty from the drum for talkin' reckless
Turn your head to chopped cheese just to send a message
Watch what you say out your mouth if you ever in my presence
This a kite to the real, servin' time, no appeal
We still ride and hold your head 'til you back on the field
A warning to the fake, watch what you say
My team not for play, on my side, it ain't safe
This a kite to the real, servin' time, no appeal
We still ride and hold your head 'til you back on the field
A warning to the fake, watch what you say
My team not for play, on my side, it ain't safe
Written by: Carl Urban

