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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cory C Atkins
Cory C Atkins
Songwriter

Letra

To Hus KingPin, to SmooVth
Y'all the illest rappin' now (Mhm)
Connect (The Connection)
Who the fuck spilled the liquor on the coke line?
Clumsy, my **** clicked the trigger in no time
My bitch look maleficent, her toes shine
She glow like nine planets on the globe line
I owe you a flight
The sickest summer kite, keep it light, play the night
Let's see where things take us now
You know it just be us layin' around, playin' sounds
Movin' that eight-ball out of bounds, mhm
From town to town
Movin' that eight-ball out of bounds, mhm
Makin' my rounds
Movin' that eight-ball out of bounds
My essence, poetic
And he got the music playin', ejected
Life is like a Chess game, warriors respect it
Move my pawn up, found your king, mate-checked it
Check, mate, that's a everyday lesson
Symbolize is forward movement, chord progression
Ask me why I light up, to calm my aggression
Machine gun, but specialised with Smith Wesson
Or chin-checkin', use my words for weapons
Surveillance, it's like they all watch where I'm steppin'
Since a young adolescent
Life apply pressure, so anything like fast food and shit was extra
Seen my man take nine, no stretcher
Instead they took 'em to the morgue
That's out of bounds, lord
Written by: Cory C Atkins
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