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Blake Powell
Blake Powell
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Tijan Glover
Tijan Glover
Songwriter
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Sans
Sans
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Tonight's act couldn't make it this evening So here we are ladies and gentlemen Hate to break it to you But we were always here from the very beginning Thank you Glover and Samo we back again Pull round the corner and decimate Sike naw nigga I'm playing Me and Samo, yea we back in this bitch And you niggas can come catch a fade Niggas can't get on the wave Finna' double my bread And then throw that shit back in the safe Finna' take a flight out LA Roll up some Doja and link up with boys from the Bay Flow like a clip to your head I might just aim at your head Niggas been talkin' so reckless But they ain' been touchin' this bread Money trees; what you see, what you think Make believe, fulfill your needs Till a nigga come and knock you off your feet Back of the 'back, smokin' on smack This ain' no boat, but ride the wave if you can I serve it to you hot and fresh out the pan That's off the scale, or over beats, it depends Because time done molded this boy into a man Hatchback'n all through your city like my first name was Stan Then "Shoot the 5" on the O-Side with the men Was flippin' through zones Rome (Jerome) Simpson I'm gone, flow flippin Never flop, trip, or fall Holdin' my beer high-stepping With the bag in the other palm, Comme de Gar' vintage Subtle cracks in the leather Held together by strong pimpin', gab, dab And the digits, but this was learned not given Oh I lived it I lived that shit that'll turn you cold Turn yo heart to mold; coal Black as under the bed, or my ethnicity Power levels risin' young Kakarot leavin' Namek b Ultra Tsukuyomi atonement for me to be the chief Keef flowin' out my roof when I roll up my weed Nigga this the high life Making all these plays I need a highlight reel Niggas on my back, I think that I might kill Doja keep me steady, need my mind fulfilled Those sleepless nights I'd sit back and read the book of Esther Pray that I get it right But right ain' have feelin' to nice Something different what I'm feelin' inside
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