Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Odelle George-Perreira
Odelle George-Perreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Odelle George-Perreira
Odelle George-Perreira
Recording Engineer
Drum Fu
Drum Fu
Producer
Johnny Leyden
Johnny Leyden
Mixing Engineer
Sandbox StudiosArverne, NY
Sandbox StudiosArverne, NY
Recording Engineer
Juan Peña
Juan Peña
Mastering Engineer
Quad StudiosNew York NY
Quad StudiosNew York NY
Mixing Engineer
Downtown StudiosNew York, NY
Downtown StudiosNew York, NY
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Cause long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal Yeah Sending this one out to all the dreamers And everybody trying to make a Better life for themselves in this country They say there's too many of us but Since the Fugees rhymed, you ain't seen this and so Fugee rhyme one more time Time to even the score Torontonian, who let Ode into the States? Went on tour before I rhymed over breaks Because the papes what we after Make it faster High stakes but we have to send it back to Our estate out in foreign See us stars in an Eclipse Refugee shit You would swear it's Lauryn in the whip Ain't no sweet trip, no vacation Ain't no chance in getting bumped up to 1st class When you facing deportation Dawg, I'm at the station Peace to the nation Nah, I mean the nation Americano want O facing the dirt Because they Women Crush Wednesdays want to get me all my paperwork Fuck Trump I bump from New York to Fort Lauderdale And told my brother well... If it all goes down I'ma go down with ya Or I'ma take the fall so the ground don't hit ya No evidence found I'ma wipe it down Shit, I'll drive you out of town so them clowns don't get ya I'm down to do the time 'Cause you my partner in crime (As long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal) And once I get on, I'ma put on all my peoples I'm the original My son's the sequel My pieces hitting now In immigration sitting down with my country of origin written down And it's funny how when this was what I was worried about Niggas would run they mouths But by the time they figure out The best rapper in the country's an illegal immigrant They gon' try to send me back even if I'm heaven sent Don't understand my accent? Oh, you do You say you don't 'Cause you don't like the way these Bombs I'm dropping hit close to home, huh? In the zone, huh? Type gone, huh? Periodic table in an element of my own, huh? Tap my phone Cap's cover's blown Wack rappers cover songs Exported all the music I recorded before I was deported And it ain't been the same ever since Immigration confiscated it for evidence If it all goes down (Yea) I'ma go down with ya Or I'ma take the fall so the ground don't hit ya No evidence found I'ma wipe it down Shit, I'll drive you out of town so them clowns don't get ya I'm down to do the time 'Cause you my partner in crime (As long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal) I'm down to do the time Ooh wee 'Cause you my partner in crime Once you don't have your green card Over here, you can't tell people For one, you can be deported Two, you can be arrested And three, people are going to treat you Badly 'cause they know you can't call no police I get ya, I get ya baby Real talk, you know I get ya baby If they don't, ya know I get ya baby Aw yeah, ya know I get ya baby Aw aw aw yeah Oh oh uh oh Yeah
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