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Landscaping
170
Hip-Hop/Rap
Landscaping was released on December 11, 2020 by T.C.F. Music Group as a part of the album 1995
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Album1995
Release DateDecember 11, 2020
LabelT.C.F. Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Don't get it twisted, I do some dirt too
But I ain't never put my gun on nobody who wasn't in the game
A man must have a code
No doubt
Huh, Trust, ****
1995
Huh
Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Trust
Shay, what up?
Ransom, what up?
Sheed, what up?
Moose, what up?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, ayo
You see, you buy the watch now and you bust it down later
That tell me you know nothin' about paper
Spesh got that "**** don't fuck around" paper
"Bitch, stay down and stuck around" paper
Eventually we rise, but y'all won't be happy 'til my entity's demised
And enemies collide and literally it's pride if they come for me
These bullets is gonna accompany that misery inside
When they ask for help, you know, simply, I tried
When I first said no, you know, **** be surprised
But I don't feel sympathy for guys
That's older than me and still need to be parentally advised, ****
And I don't care what your man makin'
What he spent on rent, I spent for landscapin'
Real shit, that's real rubber band language
Understand I made a couple hundred grand off my fan pages
Huh, I came up handlin' big guns
That's where I got my animal sense from
My accountant handle my books with a manual system
That's how I keep track of my annual income
Y'all **** need to stop it
Real shit with them bullshit thirty-six millimeter watches
Yesterday, I made three deposits
One in the bank, the other two was inside sneaker boxes
I find myself not bein' conscious
Got three advisors, they all say they seein' progress
But for some reason, feds want me demolished
For feedin' knowledge to the kids in the streets 'bout economics
You either got it or you don't, ****
And I was taught never front narcotics to a broke ****
Thirty-eight, I'm the GOAT, ****
Might see me in a nice pea coat with some loafs, ****
Trust
Real shit
1995, ****
Interstate 38 on the way, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shout out to the whole Trust
Shay, what's happenin'?
Adrian, what's happenin'?
Ren, I see you, ****
Sheed, what's good?
Moose, what's good?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Street Just, what's happenin', ****?
We in this motherfucker
Trust Gang, huh
Written by: Justin Harrell
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