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Intro
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Intro was released on December 31, 2020 by Godfather C.E.O. as a part of the album 7:17
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Album7:17
Release DateDecember 31, 2020
LabelGodfather C.E.O.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Jenkins
Elijah Jenkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Yea)
(Woah)
Swear the bitches is the opps, catch em' fucking yo homie
Then a couple weeks later treat em' like they don't know me
And this **** think It's sweet, but I'm just playing it coo
And these bitches dead broke, that's why they breaking the rules
No they ain't got no street knowledge, thinking I am the fool
I been talking to myself, I'm thinking what is to lose
I'm like a plane in the sky, really dropping the jewels
He hiding plain in disguise, **** you is a fool
I let em' flip the pack, just to see how he move
He nodded and looked back, but he ain't know that I knew
I told em', life's a game of chess, this **** fed off a spoon
Gave that bitch a couple racks, I told her buy her some shoes
See imma show y'all how to play it, they ain't hip on the news
This hoe really played out, she think she getting me over
But I got it all planned, this is to far from over
But I got it all
This is
Yea
Said I got it all planned, this is to far from over
Told my **** do a sweep cause they ain't fucking me over
Hardly running on some sleep, the blunts not keeping me sober
I been at this shit for weeks
Man I know this **** weak
Yea I'm in this shit for keeps
Why they playing with me, yuh
Snakes ducking low like ion know where they be
I ain't even wanna do it, but that's just how it be
I ain't even wanna
But that's
Bitch I stand on respect, like who taller than me
These **** aim below net and think they shooting like me
I really can't with these ****, treat em' like ion know em
Imagine if I was in debt, treat em' like ion owe em
My **** run in with the rhythm, always end like a poem
Im the king of this shit, imma send in the pawns
Think I need a substitution, free my uncle on bond
Screaming fuck a handout, told em' bury my arms
(Bury my arms)
**** sittin' where I stand, tryna catch me off guard
She ran off with a couple bands, but I ain't trippin' on paper
Hit the **** with the pack, told em' I need a favor
I told em' take this to my girl, told em' she will be waiting
I pulled a lil down from the spot, now I'm patiently waiting
Seen em' pull down to the spot now It's up no debating
Seen em' walk into the house like he owning the place
I told my **** stay right here, keep yo foot on the break
See I came in from the back, two **** came from the front
He jauntin' with my cash, put this **** on his ass
I might
Written by: Elijah Jenkins
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