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Intro
7,617
Hip-Hop/Rap
Intro was released on February 16, 2018 by T.C.F. Music Group as a part of the album Stabbed & Shot
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Release DateFebruary 16, 2018
LabelT.C.F. Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Vocals
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Eto
Lil Eto
Producer

Lyrics

I exist in the shadows created by streetlights
My life is charcoal sketches
Vandalizin' your oil-based watercolored world
Thoughts and insights
My life, my life, drama takes place underneath these streetlights
No, no curtain, no script, no costumes
No playwright's direction, no, no dressin' rooms
No, no curtain calls
My, my dreams and my image are overlooked by these streetlights
As we, we struggle to find the space between the
The space between desperation and insanity
Holiness in hell, hunger in street fights
Darkness in these streetlights
And our, our souls play out underneath these streetlights, man
Only a select few are granted 15 minutes of fame
Though we all run the same course
Through this man-made pitfall-infested X-games
See, I-I've learned everything underneath these streetlights
The Butcher, I'm back recruitin'
We posted up like Olajuwon back in Houston streets
I adapted to it 'cause I was attracted to it
Took the I-95 from Dade to Massachusetts
You know how the trappers do it
Blocks like Patrick Ewing
That coke turn to rock, when it's smoke, it go back to fluid
Deeper when the brains of the teacher don't match your students
Lease a few 100K out the streets, no tax included
Ain't ask for nothin', I never had to do it
I came home on schedule, ain't have to rat to do it
I play whatever she like, she start relaxin' to it
Before she unbutton my Louis, she gotta ask to do it
I'm not a regular ****, y'all some petty lil' ****
At 18, I had a plug and a federal sentence
You want my chain? Take it, but end up dead if you get it
Black Suburban full of shooters ahead of the Sprinter
Uh-huh, look, you want it all, then hit me, I get more than 50
You can meet me by the border down in Corpus Christi
My old bitch cold, sick, yeah, of course, she miss me
But she knew her choice to leave was gon' cost eventually
I let these **** think they were smarter
Without speakin', I drew the Mona Lisa up while they talkin'
Uh, now this where we gon' clean up the market
But when I had to flush, what, I just read in the toilet, ah
Ayo, I spent your re-up on my belt and pants
I flew your bitch to a beach
Knew she'll cheat as soon as her feet felt the sand
Open her legs like a health exam
Hella Xans and we party like we a part of a Elvis band
Fiend smoking out the Welch's can
I took green and white and painted the streets, I'm like a Celtics fan
A selfish man, but I felt his plans
A powerful mind can build a empire with someone else's hands
Think major when I'm speakin' paper
Leave the tailor with an extinct animal, fuck mink and gator
I get the pounds, then I shrink 'em later
You got premature paper, your stash belong in a incubator
How you **** do illegal favors for free?
Give me a key to drop off, I won't see you later
I'm a whole brick of diesel layer
That's why you see me in the club
Lookin' better than the Eagles player
I don't need a jersey, every piece at least 30
Running streets all week, but sleep early
Mink inside of my car, my seat's furry
You the weakest link in your squad, Keith Murray
My plug know we gotta be strapped when he serve me
As long as the price don't change, then we sturdy
Every time I text your wife, she hurry
Leave a bitch with wet pussy, broke pockets, knees dirty
Let's go
(Feels like fire)
(Feels like fire)
Written by: Jeremie Pennick, Justin Harrell
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