Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guru Dynamite
Guru Dynamite
Rap
Timothy Nickerson
Timothy Nickerson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Nickerson
Timothy Nickerson
Songwriter
Terrance Durden
Terrance Durden
Songwriter
Randy Dewayne Lott
Randy Dewayne Lott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killa Tex
Killa Tex
Producer

Letra

I've been out of the way
Yeah I done made a few plays
Had to escape, most of you rappers are fake
Sorry, I can't relate, I need a break
Yeah I done made some mistakes
Some of this shit I can't take
My one regret is why I ever let you cappers ever enter my space
Half of y'all don't live y'all raps
Fake dealers never flip the pack
By design I gotta take it back
Stuntin cuz you got your income tax
People ain't what they seem to be
They made up like Maybelline
They always gotta make a scene,
See it clear like Visine
Yeah bro we locked in for real
Hollywood talk burn out here, on IGIC stars,
Put down your phone there's BR,
Just a bunch of PR
The rap game needs CPR,
We chase clout, before the bag
Chasing fame, you **** sad
I'm in a place, double time, I'm all in the grave, you follow your date, semester of grace
They carry your pace, sugar, ugly, married case, Bulgarian ways, handgun to the grave
Hate, size of the plate, episodes exposing the weight, wait, I'm in a way
Casket open, and it's my fate, my dreams they scream, I'm taking a break
The meth OD at Crystal Lake, wait, wait with the shape, from a village of paper chase
I pillage your phone back, stab as your ace, they carry your fate, they marry this waste
The alien borders, they let me displace, Schwarzenegger, they terminated my race
Grins in the canyon, echo my chase, the ships they taking my space
Elon, the smell, the muscle, the race, Sir Hookah, smoke in the face
The maniac is a saving grace, they brainwashed the memory trace
I ain't waiting to be embraced, I keep a veteran skill
Reverse the kill bill, universal real deal, dear, real universal deal
Steel protection, ammonium steel, granted wishes, a lad, the carpet appeal
This how the darkness should feel, the necronomicon been revealed
Hate from a distance, the feelings is real, should I rap over mommas, your mama would love to appeal
Keep my weapon concealed, the beam is yellow and yield
Confederate flag, phalanges, the middle finger revealed
I give a fuck how you feel, just sit back and enjoy my skill
Written by: Randy Dewayne Lott, Terrance Durden, Timothy Nickerson
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