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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me Every day they clocking me (ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger) Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me And I ain't looking for no trouble, I'm just looking out for me 'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talking 'bout no rapping beef Boy, I'm talking tragedies, massacres, casualties Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat Niggas dying the whole October, the real Halloween Back to back funerals, it's them or us, it's him or me Don't get booked 'cause ain't no bond money We doing this shit for free If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak If I miss, ain't going to sleep, I'm in the street, we play for keeps 2011, August 11th, R.I.P. Odee August 9th, two days before, I turned 17 21 to 45, I'm like what the fuck that mean? You fighting an armed robbery shorty, that's what they offering My lil' brother getting big, my uncle got that cough again He been smoking crack since I was born, that monkey stalking him I used to stay up late at granny crib just to talk to him When I was locked up God knocked on his door and told him walk with Him Back to this drilling shit Sosa started rapping now the war going viral Boy, this bitch cracking Boy, they ass lacking Hit they block twice, a lot of booming, no jamming His mama pop out like, "Oh God damn, what happened?" This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't having Not your blood, ain't your cuz, you my son, I'm your daddy (You my son, I'm your daddy) Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me And I ain't looking for no trouble, I'm just looking out for me 'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talking 'bout no rapping beef Boy, I'm talking tragedies, massacres, casualties Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat Niggas dying the whole October, the real Halloween
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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