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The Format
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór The Format został wydany 31 marca 2015 przez FOG City jako część albumu Good For Nothing
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Data wydania31 marca 2015
WytwórniaFOG City
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM85

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Berner
Berner
Performer
Messy Marv
Messy Marv
Performer
The Game
The Game
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cozmo
Cozmo
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Why they talking this? (this)
Why they talking that? (that)
Like we ain't got straps (what?)
Like we ain't got facts (come on)
I hear em saying this, saying that
I hear em saying that they busy talking
While the boss is rubber band rap
Welcome to the fountain of youth
Where **** couldn't say the word goon if they didn't have no proof
Where you was never in the game if you didn't have no troops
Or a Fillmoe kick in the teeth, remember me?
It is I, half of you **** wasn't outside
I'm the truth little daddy I tell no lies
It's been years, face should be covered with tattoo tears
Still do it for my **** living life on the tear
And still do it for the **** I lost that ain't here
Still a ghost, still watch these **** live their life in fear
Still let a **** think it's sweet, then appear
They thought I was washed, and I still got that gear
They said I was snitching, I had to get that clear
Like watch your mouth, if you wanna die **** just say yeah
There's opportunity out here, yeah it's just that fear
Open fire on your bitch ass we just don't care
They say they never met an old drug dealer
2000 Pounds on that 18 wheeler
They say I'm not that, and I've never done this
Like I don't count cash and run through bricks
Shit I bet he's never let off a round
Or middle the pound, if you need em then I'm sending em down
I'm out pushing fuck sitting around
Shit throw me a load, and watch me get rid of em now
My little homies bout gunplay, I play the background
I'm on top, why get cracked now?
I'm in Sac Town on the way to Fresno
Riding hella dirty, few birdies of that fresh snow
Ducking fed cases, I'm getting bread though
Let's go, fresh Young Money out the west coast
Are they real or fake, do they own real estate?
I'm on my way to a milli, from dealing weight
Sacked down, bundles up, caterers all in the cut
Never really gave a fuck, long as I was papered up
Hand full of paper cuts, pour up in my paper cup
Bad block bitch, baby roll the B-Liz up
Me I hold the heater up, flame to the cannabis
Candy on the old school, peanut butter canvas
**** can't stand this, swagger out the ozone
B-Lig got that guap boy, must be them snow cones
Must be them hoes on, boulevards, avenues
Gotta keep em guessing man, tell me what is there to do
Gotta keep em stressing man, why this **** coming new
'010 Bentley truck, you ain't never heard of such
Talking all this killer shit, and you ain't even murdered much
Let me get a word ****, everybody getting touched
Everybody getting fucked, **** give the money up
Before I get to popping something, stop the whole block from bumping
I'm a G, you know me, and wherever I be
I keep my hands on the money
And I got game, and I'm no lame, I don't explain
Just hands on the money
Wherever I go, whoever I know, you know we get dough
Hands on the money
Whatever I push, the purple, the kush, the bird or the puss
I keep my hands on the money
Written by: Messy Marv & Berner
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