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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moore
Producer
Lyrics
Sharpened my focus
Now I can see all the snakes and the locusts
Smokin' em down 'til their roaches
Shorty was boastin' now she DMs me and she's getting ghosted
I could be sellin' the tongue
Three in the bed like 11 to one
Three things gold, my bezel is one
The others a ring
The third pumps blood
I'll be there at 12, I'll pick you up in the front
If she got pumps on, probably gonna pump by one
Keep it organic, I really can't stand it when I see you fakin' the funk
So I'm taking a dump on the industry suits and I'm yelling out fuck Trump
I get the sum in a lump
Dumbin' it down, so you pick it up
I picked her up in my truck
She got in the back, she knew I wanted to
I'm in love with her mind, and even more with her soul
But nothing I love more then her serving the coochie and ceding control
Swervin' the Highlander in the snow
Both about as high as we can go
Lost some racks off of canceled gigs
Made it back takin' chance and risks
If I do it gotta do it big
I've been settin' standards since a kid
I done kept it true from the rip
We smoked then she blew like a Crip
The hustle ain't optional, it's in my blood
My pops still owns a business, he started that at 21
Daughter in a charter school
We're tryin' to teach her smart is cool
Water wings in the pool coolin'
California rolls came from Jurin
Wife twists the tool to get the nut off
Disrespect me once you get cut off
Fuck 12, fuck the undercovers
Snitches roam the streets, they're among us
So watch where you hang, and mind who you hang with
I prolly don't think that she's sexy unless English ain't her first language
Abolish ICE, country built by immigrants
Border patrol taking children and innocence
I'm gettin' sick when I look at the images
Feelin' my patriotism diminishing
I'm proud of the people who stand for our freedoms and fight for our rights
She was just standing there peaceful,
Why the fuck she get shot in the eye?
Dirty cops can all suffer and die
They say there's good cops, thats a lie
If you're really good, do what's right
Join us on the frontline and fight
Feds are getting thirsty need a Sprite
Pulling protesters over over spite
Wolek and Jensen are petty as Tom
Fuck the cops and they fuckin' moms
Teaching their ways to their racist sons
It's a marathon, don't think the race is won
Lighten up, she gives face for fun
Said she want's it now, impatient much?
Not one for complacence but
I do what she says while I'm chasin' butt
Love a good girl, but soft spot for sluts
So I love her more when she lets me cut
Prolly should chill, I'm gettin' nasty
All of this money I made off of DraftKings
Thank God for the athletes
So I'm taking my winnings and buying up stock
Buy it low and sell it at the top
Never give my heart up to a thot
I make it hard to sleep on me, cot
So many rappers are good as me, not
I'm coming out strong you like it or not
Writer(s): Andrew James Moore
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