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Derez De'Shon - Schizophrenic (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Derez De'Shon
Derez De'Shon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hector Chaparro
Hector Chaparro
Songwriter
Derez De'Shon Lenard
Derez De'Shon Lenard
Songwriter
June Jonez
June Jonez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Recording Engineer
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Producer

Lyrics

I heard niggas putting lettuce on my head Same niggas I put baguettes around their neck Same niggas I showed love and I regret Treat 'em just like my blood 'cause they want me dead Many men wish death on me How he still grinning and he got a check on me Yeah, yeah I got a check on me A real check on me, somebody better check homie Pressure, bust pipes, I'm blowing gas out my nostrils Fuck the red lights, I hit the gas, ain't no stopping Every damn night, I'm counting cash, 'cause I'm popping Remember the night, I spent my last dollar Now that money stand up like a toddler Lord, forgive me, if I see 'em, I'ma drop 'em In the back of the Maybach, hands on the chopper In the back of the Maybach, prayin' on the bible Thinkin' 'bout my opp, 'boutta go call some Joes I know they pocket-watching, I want all the views I ain't worried 'bout 'em I got all the tools What I spent, I bought a house on some designer shoes I heard niggas putting lettuce on my head Same niggas I put baguettes around their neck Same niggas I showed love and I regret Treat 'em just like my blood 'cause they want me dead Many men wish death on me How he still grinning and he got a check on me Yeah, yeah I got a check on me A real check on me, somebody better check homie Million hanging from my neck In the same hood, they wanna kill me, this is disrespect I said I got a million dollars worth of jewelry on my neck Heard the hood saying they 'gon rob me, they ain't do it yet I just can't see it, niggas know better Niggas know I R.I.P. and leave rose pedals Niggas know I no I.D. and theres no tellin' But he get faced, 'gon leave him so messy Why niggas playin' like its a game Remember when you stayed with me, nigga, I shared your pain How could you change on me, nigga, how could you change? Like how could you change on me? I guess its the fame I heard niggas putting lettuce on my head Same niggas I put baguettes around their neck Same niggas I showed love and I regret Treat 'em just like my blood 'cause they want me dead Many men wish death on me How he still grinning and he got a check on me Yeah, yeah I got a check on me A real check on me, somebody better check homie Many men, many men wish death on me He done seen death so much, he don't even stress on it No, death been so close to him, who next, homie? Death been so close to him, who next, homie? Somebody better check on him Many men, many men wish death on me He done seen death so much, he don't even stress on it No, death been so close to him, who next, homie?
Writer(s): Derez Lenard, Hector Junior Chaparro, June Michael Jonez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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