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Before Tour

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Before Tour was released on July 14, 2017 by 6ix7even as a part of the album Glorious Twelfth

Song Details

AlbumGlorious Twelfth

Release DateJuly 14, 2017

Label6ix 7even

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

67

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Steven Mubama

Composer

Loyd Acheampong

Loyd Acheampong

Composer

Malki Martin

Composer

Cassiel Wuta-Ofei

Cassiel Wuta-Ofei

Composer

Melique Garraway

Melique Garraway

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Carns Hill

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I got beef with the law

I used to step with swords

Now we hot step with the fours

Any estate, do a little tour

[Verse 2]

Fire off corners, show a man war

Too much po, we score

So how you gon' talk about scores when you runnin' from war?

I'm runnin' from jail cells and courts

[Verse 3]

More way trips, bare, skrt, skrt

Smokin' dope with bro, had to whip in sport

Nuff pink tings, wanna do me

Said they wanna do me and gang on tour

[Verse 4]

Love three-five, straight to the lung

Now Brodie, what is the draw?

He got whacked, he got ching

So how are these chumps gonna talk about scores?

[Verse 5]

**** trap for da papers, write on papers

To see them statements

I was with Jay, more way trips

And he got his face in the papers

More time I got my mind on the papers

Chasin' Elizabeth's faces

They had me on trial for some violence

But I thank Allah that I bust those cases

[Verse 6]

Six-seven, my brodies

Bank coin for my homies

Talkin' six-two, come show me

The man is just fibbing and phony

[Verse 7]

Man a man step, get it correct

On point, shots like Kobe

Fill up the fours, lurk on your block

You can end up with your homie

[Verse 8]

Put smoke on the roads with bro

Pull up, bow, bow

The foreman's gonna say, yo

Talking guns and drugs

[Verse 9]

You ain't got no Ps for pom

Talking guns and drugs

You ain't got no Ps for pom

Jugging, jugging all I know

[Verse 10]

Mama said you can't be broke

So I'm breaking bricks down wit bro

Guns, money, drugs

Yeah man, do this shit on the road

[Verse 11]

Free Skeng and Jiggie J

Man, I can't wait till they home

Fill the mash to the dome

[Verse 12]

Rollin' 'round with some hotheads

Finger itch and they blow

Skeng's out on any block

Bro Milly Rock like Maino

[Verse 13]

Do a drill, take my shoes off

Chill with bae and smoke dope

Man that really trust his soul

If you're a bro, I'm slapping that po

[Verse 14]

Four-four donkey kickin'

Sound that drum, you can hold this rhythm

Put holes in your coat and your hat if you're slippin'

Serious drillings

[Verse 15]

T house livin', crack rocks dishin'

Tryna make me a killin'

Chef man up when that Rambo's out

Bare blood spilling

[Verse 16]

Free Benny, that's bro

When he's home, back to the pyrex whippin'

The ocks don't come to the hill

They say they do, but they fibbing

[Verse 17]

Come to my block

Bare gunshots, could be dippings

Fill-fill the skin up with hollows

No one's on the drive

Then we skrrt 'round Wano

[Verse 18]

Make dat crash, then man dash

Stones come fat like Rocko

Stones come fat like Rocko

[Verse 19]

I'm bossman Billy

I don't wanna hit your loud

That spliff tastin' 'cig'ish

Peng lighty thickish

Doggy style when I hit it

[Verse 20]

Make bands in the trap

From the pack that I'm flippin'

Run in man trap for the figures

[Verse 21]

Mobbin'

I told mama, wanna live healthy

Don't phone late, that's the time that I'm jogging

Really though, man went jogging

Two Ls up tryna spark them

This gun rude like lawski

And the corn have your killa, I'm pop him

[Verse 22]

Six-seven don't bang, there all moist

They do music

You stupid boy, you confused it

Gonna have me out tryna prove it

[Verse 23]

Dirty pen, with the dirty four

Tryna shoot hearts like I'm cupid

Product of my environment

See, the savage life, I didn't choose it

[Verse 24]

You say you're a driller, show me

Big gun go me feelin' like Tony

No of them killed your friend

I got sharp instincts to inform me

[Verse 25]

Bare man act like they know me

You can't spread my hand, you jabroni

Peng tings lovin' the gang

How the fuck can a **** like me get lonely?

[Verse 26]

It's mad how we fuck up the music

Ting and we still get boot as bait

If we want you to know who did it

Then why would we hide our face?

[Verse 27]

Man, drill up estates, drill up estates

Then I go and do goals with bae

Man, drill up estates, drill up estates

Then I go and do goals with bae

Gang

[Verse 28]

Still pull up in a whip

Big three-five-seven on my hip

Live corn, in my clip, got six

Red rum and my pay gun slips

[Verse 29]

And then man know that we take trips

And I'll bang down from his head to his hips

I always got side ****, no we don't slip

Why the fuck would talk when my gun do hits?

[Verse 30]

Gang, yeah we lurk with things

Bought tool on my opps and they ain't on piss

So why do they talk like this?

Keep talking, you can't see the gun that I grip

[Verse 31]

Yeah, you can get shot by it

And I ain't gonna stop till all of them drop

So **** really know they're pissed

Yeah, **** really know they're pissed

[Verse 32]

This skeng's hot like cage

Scribz's skeng's hot like birdie

Still lurk on your block with a big four-four that's certi'

A **** with something

Then that skeng there turned dirty

But I still can get out there on the next day tryna do ya man dirty

Written by: Cassiel Wuta-Ofei, Loyd Acheampong, Malki Martin, Melique Garraway, Steven Mubama

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