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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cousin Stizz
Cousin Stizz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Goss
Stephen Goss
Composer
Enoch Rich Harris III
Enoch Rich Harris III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer

Lyrics

Back in my city first thing I did was hit the cemetery I talk to my niggas pull me out some liquor Tears shed in my head I'm really ready I ain't worried bout nobodies enemies Got the trusty dusty on me if it's heavy Got a plan like Eddy getting plenty Fetty And I still serve serve Ben & Jerry Got these bitches surf turf wet as levees Now she looking for love like it's February You could check my first word very scary I was legendary never secondary To the game I'm married I gave all my heart to the money Cause the paper never petty Hope they don't forget me When I'm gone when I do I hope Hell or Heaven got some Henny I heard so and so had got popped You know down the block Niggas got the drop When the cops pull up the talking stops You know shit is hot niggas getting caught Drugs in abundance the canine's bark But you can't arrest everyone in the park Moving some wisdom they young and smart That's why I could survive out here after dark I don't fuck with you you niggas marks Word around town you work with narcs When the pound hit I just make it spark Hoping that my sound get me onto the charts Used to take trips to hit a zone Now I really take trips I'm far from home I am not broke you got brittle bones If you getting to it you are not alone X4 My life is moving like 500 horses Think I'm addicted to riding in Porsches I never stop till my business in motion Now for the bitches go like I'm Danny Ocean My niggas moving without any motion My niggas pull up and kill the commotion My niggas got your bitch wet as an ocean My niggas put down the pound when we smoking, no joking My niggas up and we gotta keep going My niggas real wondering why you lil niggas keep lofting I swear this shit ain't been the same Out here since we lit up These bitches try to line you up once your bid up I pour an eighth and take sip out the big cup But I won't slip up quicker than a lil hiccup I don't deliver no more only do pickups And this a marathon lil boy get your wind up These dollar signs the only thing that can fill us So everyday I'm asking God to forgive us
Writer(s): Stephen Goss, Enoch Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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