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Tell
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Tell was released on October 30, 2020 by Reckless Republic PS as a part of the album Big Marvin - EP
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Release DateOctober 30, 2020
LabelReckless Republic PS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatt Sosa
Fatt Sosa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Leach
Marvin Leach
Songwriter
Jahmalle Levi Whitted
Jahmalle Levi Whitted
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heir Levi
Heir Levi
Producer
Timon Adams
Timon Adams
Recording Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Intro
I inhale smoke
Get high
First, first, first I thank God then I get high
Then I count money
I go to the hood pick up some more money
Check on my people, my family, my bloodas
Dig
 
These lame **** hating for nothing
Just to crank up the car gotta push a button
Made a play for some P’s now I’m having something
Monday thru Sunday I stay thumbing (yeah)
Serving them fiends and they steady bumming
Feds they keep watching my trap jumping
Lil **** got jammed he done told something
Everything he would ask I ain’t have nothing
But that was just cap cause we have the Ave jumping
Use to trap out the red Honda had to tag something
Had to switch out the tags and lay low at cousin Shonda’s
We never cooperate with the law
Keep it 100 with yo dawgs I grab the K and hit ‘em all
If they the opps, Fuck ‘em all
 
Every day I wake, I say my grace before I eat
Everywhere I go I keep my gun I stay one deep (yeah)
And I know some shit and I seen some shit but I never speak (yeah) because I never, never, never, ever tell on me (yeah, yeah)
Every day I wake, I say my grace before I eat
Everywhere I go I keep my gun I stay one deep
And I know some shit and I seen some shit but I never speak (yeah) because I never, never, never, ever tell on me (yeah, yeah)
 
How the fuck you real but you turn your back on your own damn partner
Wish I was there when the shit popped off
On my momma I would’ve shot you
Had my OG thinking you a real street **** but I knew you was a op
Go around town telling people that I served you and you know you aint copped shit
You the type of **** that always front like you got mad bricks
You the type of **** that always front like you had mad shit
Well I know a couple **** down there where you from, they say you aint have shit
If I ever find out you a mother fucking rat I’ma wrap you in plastic (yeah, oh)
 
Every day I wake, I say my grace before I eat
Everywhere I go I keep my gun I stay one deep (yeah)
And I know some shit and I seen some shit but I never speak (yeah) because I never, never, never, ever tell on me (yeah, yeah)
Every day I wake, I say my grace before I eat
Everywhere I go I keep my gun I stay one deep
And I know some shit and I seen some shit but I never speak (yeah) because I never, never, never, ever tell on me (yeah, yeah)
Written by: Jahmalle Levi Whitted, Marvin Leach
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