Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Halloween
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen m Hall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ReidRZL
Mastering Engineer
ay3ar3
Producer
Letra
C'mon
Aye aye
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I feel like
Like they don't really know me, They say I'm two-faced
Stay strapped up like the velcro on my kicks before I knew how to tie my shoelace
Might hit the club on Tuesday, you know who paid
Her mans doomsday, I was up in her mouth like toothpaste
Sometimes I wonder if she love me, or she love what's of me
Moncler bubbles, for the days when it's not so sunny
Ever since I saw the struggle, learned just how to walk to money
People who don't know me say I'm talking funny
Yeah I been chillin, I just had to kick the habits jack
Know I been cold with no stylist like where my jacket at
Kid be stacking blues an pinks, yeah just like the sour patch
I know they sleep bout how I'm coming, shit I took a power nap
RZL just punched me in, you know I had to
Keep the circle small, motherfuckers not gonna dap you
Cop a pop at the corner yo nearest town when I go pass through
And I'm still in school, stacking all these blues, I know I'll pass too
I heard that tape you dropped, and it got shut down
Twenty thousand plays off of Grand River, I'm at Uptown
Fi-fi-fifty plays on yours, my boys'll spend that on a bust down
In Mount Pleasant fired up, you would think I scored the touchdown
Like what the fuck is rap, you should know that you can't fuck with me
You be out here pressed bout what the white boy gon do on the beat
Brody know it's wraps, when a striker spin up on his street
Cargos and some three's, already know ain't no spill on the tee
Now it's two AM, just leave me lone
I'm prolly some place in the booth, or posted somewhere you can't go
I know they staring at me, popping out abnormal clothes
This a different cloth, no you can't cop this at your local sto's
Can't sip on drank, it hurt my stomach, brother pouring four's
Might spark a wood up in that booth, it get me in that mode
Yo mans be out here wearing khakis Brody work at kohls
And I heard they looking, come n find me, FN taking souls
Like nah for real
I've been tryna keep it trill
To be honest I can't chill until my face on dollar bills
I hug my moms up out the crib, I'm walking out pray for a deal
Tried to throw the streets away, but they still on me still
My path was paved before a deal, I promise baby shit get real
Can say I stacked a 10 before a chain, like dog I been watered
Do not ask me what's the word, can't even put up 10 dollars
I'm out in Mount Pleasant I'm tryna meet somebody rich daughter
Punching on that 808 my neighbors finna get bothered
Written by: Owen m Hall

