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PERFORMING ARTISTS
billy woods
billy woods
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Songwriter
billy woods
billy woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Producer
Willie Green
Willie Green
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

If I haven't heard a word in ten years, assume me dead Or guest to the feds Or cultivated a better class of friends Not mad, tip the hat, fingers don't touch the brim Lid don't touch my naps Andy Capp, go 'head, pencil him in Last one standin', what he scream in the wind At the end, at-at the end s like something Fred Sanford said Skits like, "Is he dead?" While Shameik really layin' in the street Dark comedy dog, I beat him in the head Win what? I'm just tryin' to beat the spread Quit my job to kick raps instead So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin' in bread Shot the movie, no script Scoured the heights, no piff Came home like, "It's no recipes left" Kid's like, "No shit" Came home like Okonkwo at the end At the end, nigga just quit Whitey finally in that spaceship like "So long, and thanks for all the fish" I calmly rolled another nigga stick Woman stopped me like it's still other shit to fix True this is Go 'head, I'll be up in a bit I'm chillin' like Africans who never felt the whip Dish served room temp, escovitch fish Always better when you pry it out they cold, dead grip, grip Pace the palace wing, dethroned king jump when the phone ring Egyptian cotton, but you can't sleep, not a wink, not a wink You can't blink, not a wink You can't blink, not a blink Dethroned king can't sleep, not a- Not a blink, not a blink My goals is limited, just wanna be the best Just somethin' to get from one day to the next Best tour advice I ever got, "You better off beatin' ya dick" Readin' your Bible, sweat beadin' on your lip FBI agents listenin', Dr. King Motel bed spring, this some freaky shit, freaky shit Andrea Dworkin back of my mind, can't get it in without internet Connection, connectin' against God, we form weapons '79, they stormed Mecca, the devil ambidextrous Pony had one trick, no sweat Watch plainclothes search for that elusive marijuana cigarette Roulette wheels spin, no more bets No surprise, the rich suggest you do more with less Your revolution left the Niggerati unimpressed Don't wait, dig the pits Purge the leadership, don't hesitate Ain't no half-steppin', step to 'em like you know what it is
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