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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hardbody Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Hmm, look like DJ Chose Mama, I'm a stepper, I can't walk by fate Every day, I wake up to some brand new hate Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top All these storms that I weathered (that I weathered), most couldn't take I got problems with some n- 'cause I won't be fake Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top I beat a case 'cause I wouldn't talk You heard that side of thе story, but that s- was false (false) The only onеs that want revenge is the ones that lost (that lost) I got n- mad at me 'cause I wouldn't cross (cross) Solid as they come You n- ain't bust s-, how long you had that g-? Why I'm getting so much hate? I ain't mad at them F- they feelings, now it's up, I throw a bag at them Damn, had to turn my thug up, had to put my love up 'Cause I don't know who hate no more They say I'm dead, I don't even wanna wait no more Mama, I'm a stepper, I can't walk by fate Every day, I wake up to some brand new hate Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top All these storms that I weathered (that I weathered), most couldn't take I got problems with some n- 'cause I won't be fake Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top Mama, I'm a stepper Seen my cousin die in front my face, I couldn't help him Your close homie'll try to backdoor you if you let him I just sent the text, a 150 if you catch him, stretch him, mm You ever been on the other side of the barrel, mm? You tell your shorties go and slide, you gotta prep 'em, oh And when you fall out with your brothers, just don't let 'em go And I ain't tell him before he died, I wish I let him know Standing over your body, I got my tears together I just let you know I got your kids forever Taking all these drugs, wish I could live forever I ain't gon' even tell 'em what we did together, mm Mama, I'm a stepper, I can't walk by fate Every day, I wake up to some brand new hate Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top All these storms that I weathered (that I weathered), most couldn't take I got problems with some n- 'cause I won't be fake Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top Damn, had to turn my thug up, had to put my love up 'Cause I don't know who hate no more They say I'm dead, I don't even wanna wait no more All these storms that I weathered, most couldn't take I got problems with some n- 'cause I won't be fake Every n- opps, every n- want some, it's on everybody top
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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