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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dyllon Hawkins
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dyllon Hawkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyllon Hawkins
Producer
Tekst Utworu
Aye, how you wanna go to war and you **** share guns? Put up a hundred for my son, and that **** only one had to thank the man above. Been on a five-year run. How these **** talking money, but I still ain't seen none? Sever third part, I don't do no handshakes. Hit the gas to the money; I don't need no damn brakes. Gotta keep it real just to peep the **** that's fake. If that **** showing signs, cross him out, he's a snake
If that **** showing you signs, cross him out, he's a snake. You can't do shit for free; gotta make sure that they pay you. I had to learn you gotta appreciate the **** that hate you. You should've been my son since I raised you. How you wanna go to war and you ain't got your own gun? How you walk around beefing, ****, and you ain't got no funds? I only smoke a certain percentage, bitch, I got
Turn up, aye! I only smoke a certain percentage, bitch, I got vet lungs. You gotta be cool with these ****; help 'em out, they a run. Only got one time to fuck up with me, ****, you know you done
I only smoke a certain percentage, bitch, I got vet lungs. Got what you need? Call me Doctor Green Thumb. I got what you need.
Written by: Dyllon Hawkins

