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Samad Savage
Samad Savage
Songwriter
David "Troopa" Krupa
David "Troopa" Krupa
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Bro, I understand life is hard, and shit) (But shit, my nigga, like) (You either gon' sit there and) (Take the fuckin' punches) (Or you gon' get the fuck up and fight the fuck back?) Crumbled up the world in my hand into pieces So much drip, you would thought that I leaked this Thought I was dead, it was all in they head Now a nigga comin' back like Jesus Gotta feed the team And I'm sure that these crackers got cheese I believe it's Cheese-Itz Nigga been the wave, got 'em seasick Now I'm pullin' up on yo' beaches But I call 'em women 'cause I ain't that cold But you know I ain't ever give a sheet Switch the flow up A nigga been gettin' his dough up 'Cause broke, what? I don't love I'm livin' to pick all my bros up Let's glow up, no 'hold up's I figured I'm killin' you hoes, yup I been deliverin' dope stuff Like a drug dealer, but much iller A clutch spitter Now you stuck with a deluxe nigga Ku Klux killer Not a bullet hittin' 'em up But I spread love 'til the hate dries up That's why you motherfuckers hate my guts, ah! (Skoodwidit!) (Ishkood) (Ishkood) (Ishkood) (Whoa!) Goodnight (sleep) Is a nigga good? What it look like? (Sheesh) Doin' anything that I would like (beast) Grindin' every night for the good life (Yee, yee, whoa!) Goodnight (sleep) Is a nigga good? What it look like? (Sheesh) Doin' anything that I would like (beast) Grindin' every night for the good life (Yee, yee, whoa!) Everybody thought I was deceased, but (freeze up) Now I'm comin' back like عيسى (Jesus!) Like an immigrant, I keep a Visa (ease up) Never that, now bring back on the beat 'Cause I'ma milk the game like some big ol' double Ds, yup Feel it in my veins, like the blood I never bleed; what? I could never be cut Only handle hot shit What the fuck's a tea cup? (Speed up) I handle bars, now I'm ridin' 'til the 'cycle break I might go make an idol shake My vital trait's a tidal wave I'm isolated by the way I hide away 'Til I create the final stage where I negate the constant hate I'm sorry, wait Get to a kind of pace the brain don't know how to take I'm tryna slay illiterate pounds of waste Non-creative haters cannot equate It's bombs away the second they try to face I won't let 'em operate They'll find the fate is for me to dominate I need you to concentrate (whoa!) Let me know (yee) When I'ma stop puttin' these beats in the burial (yee) I was way too down bad, I was very broke (yee) Nigga was bored, so he flipped, like a varial Can't be a scary hoe So much material (yee) 'Cause I heard from both sides like it's stereo (ooh) Tryna copy my vibe like it's karaoke (wait) Man of the house, I could carry yo' keys, please I-I-I-I-I don't think you understand I could never starve myself depending on another man I could be broke one day, on the other hand Disloyal rockstar; I'ma make another band! Big facts My appeal poppin', and I'm fresh, no Tic Tac Bars hard, feel it in your stomach, that's a six-pack All my niggas really made it happen, y'all jus' chit-chat Had to show my ass; and while it's out You can kiss that (Skoodwidit!) (Ishkood) (Ishkood) (Ishkood) (Whoa!) Goodnight (sleep) Is a nigga good? What it look like? (Sheesh) Doin' anything that I would like (beast) Grindin' every night for the good life (Yee, yee, whoa!) Goodnight (sleep) Is a nigga good? What it look like? (Sheesh) Doin' anything that I would like (beast) Grindin' every night for the good life (Yee, yee, whoa)
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