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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Performer
Chimere Scott
Chimere Scott
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Composer
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Zane Shoemake
Zane Shoemake
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Producer

Lyrics

I'm like a quarterback, hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg I'm like a quarterback, hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You the realest, ain't no gimmicks, I got illness If this rap game is my building, I got tenants, I got tenants I got "gettin' it" in my spirit I'm winning to the end, and I just made me some millions And this only the beginning Rest in peace to all my niggas, they died while they was servin' Rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service I died in her cervix Chicken's, no churches Never seen a man cry 'til you seen a man die: closed curtain Closed casket, blasted, breathe again, Braxton Heart filled with passion, neck filled with mansions Nonchalant and sarcastic, my bank roll gigantic School of hard knocks I am the man on this campus I'm like a quarterback, hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg I can't explain it, how I'm getting to the payments Rest in peace to my nigga, God bless all his babies And he gettin' so much money, I know this shit sound crazy But he coulda retired and he was born in the 80's And my hair look I'm from Haiti Haters say I act funny I'm on my baby, I'm about my cash money I'm tryna get meals like I'm past hungry Got two or three "Rest In Peace" tats on me What's really real? Just left the dealership Pull your girl off my car, that's that whip appeal I'm 'bout to milk the game if a mil Hit the girl with my two's, Benedryl I'm like a quarterback, hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Christopher James Gholson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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