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38 Sides (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
Lucas Grob
Lucas Grob
Programming
Al Geno
Al Geno
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Lucas Grob
Lucas Grob
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucas Grob
Lucas Grob
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Al Geno
Al Geno
Producer

Lyrics

Al Geno on the track Ayy, ayy, ayy Ooh, ayy, ayy Things just ain't the same, I Forever gon' bang with the same side Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin' I just know this her first and last time ridin' Ride through the hood with a hood nigga Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger I came from out the streets, but I'm a rockstar I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar She wan' come with me to Cap, I told her uh-uh Rich and I'm my family misfit Me and DDawg in middle school plannin' on steppin' on shit Young nigga without no screws, I'm known to break in your shit I plan on facing a bitch after you takin' my lick Full of Xans in a cop car Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I'ma die hard Assassination lifestyle, they don't try hard Broke hearts tryna see how I'm gon' play my cards Tuck my chain and I hop out behind my boys Things just ain't the same, I Forever gon' bang with the same side Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin' I just know this her first and last time ridin' Ride through the hood with a hood nigga Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger I came from out the streets, but I'm a rockstar I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar If you ugly, pull up bustin', who the fuck died? In Hell, be some killin' without killin' Omar founded Blood inside of Rikers 'cause the Latins was drillin' Jeff with Almighty Black P where I start learnin' my history Had a false claim, they ass a teacher, I got an offer and took seriously One nigga cryin', one nigga smilin', as I look in the mirror Ayy, that broke shit like a virus, niggas don't wanna come near it Hellcat switchin' lanes, drive this bitch just like a Cherokee Somethin' finna change, I just bought that ho some Tiffany No, I'm not a rapper, I'm just talking with some melody Ain't talking on no Apple phone, police tryna bury me Push-to-start, how I drive my car, that bitch be scared of keys Bad bitch and she from the A, I had to let her be They know that I'ma ball, quick to roll, call it Lou Will Bernie Mac deceased, but I'ma still get these dollar bills I still don't know how to live, I been alive for 21 years Sit in the back of that Ghost, I'm tryna disappear Ayy, tell 'em if they gon' kill me, don't kill me at the crib I do not fear y'all, I'm still rocking Fear of God The streets not fittin' y'all, my body full of fentanyl They downloaded hate, was gone before it installed Full of tabs in a cop car Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I'ma die hard Assassination lifestyle, they don't try hard Broke hearts tryna see how I'm gon' play my cards Tuck my chain and I hop out behind my boys Things just ain't the same, I Forever gon' bang with the same side Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin' I just know this her first and last time ridin' Ride through the hood with a hood nigga Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger I came from out the streets, but I'm a rockstar I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar She wan' come with me to Cap, I told her uh-uh
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Kobe Crawford, Gene Hixon, Lucas Grob Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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