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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Justeen Dominguez
Justeen Dominguez
Additional Vocals
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Casey Camacho
Casey Camacho
Songwriter
C. Lloyd
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Suave
Rico Suave
Producer
Mike Cuz
Mike Cuz
Recording Engineer
Fabian Rubio
Fabian Rubio
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You funny, Suave. You real funny Rico, I was waitin' on some hard shit, nigga (same ol' nigga) You know how we do, uh, uh (same ol' nigga) Talked to God about this, uh (most relatable, most gutta) All this shit I did, now they supposed to hate (they supposed to) I can't even count the diamonds in the Rollie face (I can't) Supreme clientele, I feel like Ghost and Rae (uh) I just did a weekend for no license, need to smoke an eight (light up) Pieces of my sock, hope I get up the block (I hope) Homie, if you know you not no shooter, just give up the Glock (stop that) I don't want no pussy bull, I'm tired, just give up some top (please) Jumpin' out, fresh beef and brocks, hit the reefa spot Cleaner than my second bath in life Shit, my man got life, shot a nigga right on Second Ave Right in front his wife, what's the price? (Uh) Time to get the cash, necklace full of ice (time) I'm chillin', Xannies made a killin' (blues) My white boy created and app and made a million I own half, stop sippin' lean and took a cold bath (cold bath) Seen fiends stone grab since firm did phone tap (uh) Nas jumped on Forbes list, then I watched my life change (I did) Off the bucket list of my life, I wanted a white Range (all my life) White Kings, spikin' fluent drunkies, do the right thing Courtside next to Spike, it's so funny how my life changed (Spike, what up) Fear of God collection, told Jerry I need that new shit (I do) Label get to frontin', I pull up on some Ice Cube shit (uh) Harlem niggas been gettin' money, this ain't no new shit (stones) Stop actin' like you gon' do somethin', you ain't gon' do shit (nothin') How I'm gettin' they mouth hard, hard to figure out like the Rubix 8 ball full of diamonds, plus a fully loaded pool stick (loaded) Watch how you talk to me, anythin' makes my mood switch My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel (I'm good) I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (uh) Them niggas ain't gon' ride if you die, they only get candles Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel (I'm good) I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (Tony) I can't even count all the bitches my niggas ran through Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you Skippin' through hunnids, check out my handle Get in the way your only square ship, circles burnin' your flannel Kronic zipped, tucked up and chuck and duck in the van crew Visualize a life from the polar, you need the lamble Put your hand and frame you for murder, they get the chance to You from O.T., then be careful, the streets are makin' example Wish me wrong 'cause I been eatin' more, rest in peace to the restaurant When you feelin' like the hood closin' in on you, you need extra arms Keep up bein' competitive, now it feels like the effort's gone You should know I got a star in the ghetto, watch what you steppin' on Rockstar laid me up, 18 years old last time my neck been warm You were into me, don't thank me, I prolly got a Tec message for him Voltage high for bein' two side niggas, better respect defences Talkin' like a gangster, can't even cover your death expenses Pushin' like they started all over again, that's what excellence is Killin' shit, two extra sentences, leave here with the rest incentive Holdin' up the neighborhood, knowin' in the Hall of Fame is waitin' Fuck your thoughts, I worked hard to get under my favorite bracelet Could have been the end of race, but you fallin', head ballin', chain arrangement Niggas do anythin' to shine, runnin' out of amazement Mindin' your business now is key to walk down between the problem I'm from the city, always hungry, Queens to Harlem people starvin' No block and you put the work in, get it in line and keep evolvin' Put a position that's gon' speak for itself, my CD talkin' My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel (I'm good) I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (uh) Them niggas ain't gon' ride if you die, they only get candles Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel (I'm good) I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (Tony) I can't even count all the bitches my niggas ran through Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you
Writer(s): Christopher Lloyd, David Brewster, Casey Camacho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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