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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shelton Coats
Shelton Coats
Songwriter

歌詞

Imagine if this shit was a lie tho
I don't see ****, I swear to God
How you shine your buffs, that's even Steven
We had to beat the odds
Watchin' MTV, cuttin' a big but I used to Rob
Had me in the county, barefoot, boxin' in the pod
Five felonies, all gun-related, feel like a ham
Get a job in New York, in these streets you don't get a chance
Four years, upstate, you get a bachelor
Remember we made some cake up off them pans, fuck a spatula
You my baby, cradle to the grave
Made a classic in these streets, in my bag got him lay'd
Cupid shot my fiend, with some fent
I fell in love with Jay's
Bro don't believe in God, he flip packs, but I know he saved
Yeah, I'm guilty for black on black
But **** the main ones hatin'
So the strap for that
Count it blindfold I see it, ****, racks on racks
Super cop-ass ****, gotta dodge them boys action-jack
I ain't never been to a school dance
But sold em E at the prom, I made some school friends
Slap a ****, with a cowboy gun in a pole barn
Told this bitch, don't never call me again she took a whole arm
Woke up, 40 gone she took a whole arm
Give a bitch a ring then her go like she Harrison Barnes
I know this bitch a real snake, but I cherish the charm
Run up in your building with that fire, make you hit the alarm
Seventy-four, if you want a G
They did him like a golf ball, put my lil' baby on a tee
Summertime, killer season, told **** flee
Hustle like Stojakovich, my ****, you ain't touch the key
Seventy-four, if you want a G, they did him
like a golf ball, put my lil' baby on a tee
Summertime, killer season, told **** flee
Hustle like Stojakovich, my ****, you ain't touch the key
Written by: Shelton Coats
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