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PERFORMING ARTISTS
D Smoke
D Smoke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Farris
Daniel Farris
Songwriter
Donovan Knight
Donovan Knight
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D.K. The Punisher
D.K. The Punisher
Producer
Thomas Cauley
Thomas Cauley
Producer
D Smoke
D Smoke
Producer

Lyrics

He a bitch, his bitch a bitch, his mama a bitch And I swear, just let me see this nigga Oh, hold on, and there go that bitch ass nigga right there Start him out, that's Ron-Ron brother I don't give a fuck who that nigga brother is Ayy, run that, nigga I'll beat a nigga ass like his older brother Uh, like he stole something You a know-it-all, wanna know somethin'? If you ever disrespect, we gotta throw somethin', uh Polished and debonair, forever fair is my demeanor But match turn to flame when you pourin' gasolina All that disrespect got me a lil' hot like Valentina Guarantee ya I handle my shit, unanimous victory Lookin' at our history, it's a sick story And they push our line and tell us not to be violent A crime is to deny people and keep 'em silent I been livin' on the margins Eatin' leftovers out of containers where there used to be margarine Marvin was more of an idol than Martin or Roy Jones Wanted Malcolm before Tarver, why bother? The plight of our life's been a fight over centuries The history books never mention me Not in a light where we got dignity But I'll make you respect me eventually So fuck y'all (bullies) We act like we ain't, but us all (bullies) Never settlin' for subpar (bullies) Don't make a nigga knock the rust off (bullies) Sayin' fuck y'all (bullies) We act like we ain't, but us all (bullies) Never settlin' for subpar (bullies) Don't make a nigga knock the rust off Fuck nigga I'll have my brother come over here and murk your ass, nigga Girl, come on, he ain't even worth it Nah, nah, fuck that, this nigga barkin' like he wanna get bit I'll never hit a woman, but my homegirl will Keep talkin', I let my homegirl kill She from Inglewood, got the chrome tip with the pearl grip Educated with a homegirl feel Devastated when her papa got locked up, she medicated Anything but needles, stayin' heavy sedated Numbin' the pain, she couldn't refrain Wasn't walkin' with a limp, still usin' a cane Who was to blame? Mama remained drama-free How she even survived another anomaly You see it in her eyes, she had beautiful intentions But she didn't know her father sentence was nothin' but a modern day lynching Holidays just got away No phone calls, baby girl had a lot to say Her misfortune, lookin' like she forgot to pray When it's in your face, it get harder to walk away So fuck y'all (bullies) We act like we ain't, but us all (bullies) Never settlin' for subpar (bullies) Don't make a nigga knock the rust off (bullies) Fuck y'all (bullies) We act like we ain't, but us all (bullies) Never settlin' for subpar (bullies) Don't make a nigga knock the rust off Them niggas sayin', "Aha, " hush that Had to fight 'fore I ever grew a mustache Elementary, they running through your lunch bag That shit never happen again when you punch back Niggas sayin', "Aha", hush that Had to fight 'fore I ever grew a mustache American history, everything they got, man, they took that Now they goin' through your bookbag, uh Si tú me entiendes te lo digo Andar en mi zona eso es nomas suicidio Palabras afiladas como el vidrio Soy caliente, y tú eres nomas tibio Por eso, pelear no es bueno para la salud Leukemia You think we violent, you got it, this country made us The greatest place in the world, and we took everything we own, own You think we violent, you got it, this country made us The greatest place in the world, but they won't never leave me 'lone, 'lone, lone 'Lone, 'lone, lone 'Lone, 'lone, lone What you be on? Violencia solo trae la destrucción Y all that shit is counter countin' bags I wanna carry the cash in a pouch like I'm a marsupial Another seed tryna exceed every ceiling that he see Put that on me, breaking through every roof he know In every school he go catching fades, still got perfect grades They amazed and afraid, so truth be told Don't wanna conform He take out a loose leaf and scribble a few sheets And go in the booth, speak his mind, so in a few feet confined Still feelin' a primitive energy that he need to release sometimes Still lookin' in the mirror, seein' his enemy on the other side, so Everywhere that I go I respect the destination much prior to my arrival, uh Never know what niggas concealin' in they hoodies Motherfuck bullies Bully was so bad, the Pirus and the Crips They wouldn't mess with him All the bad guys from Piru All the Crips, all the Crip gangs go out there Everybody knew he the baddest dude in America Where Bully at now? Bully dead
Writer(s): Daniel Anthony Farris, Donovan Christopher Knight Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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