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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CoachDaGhost
CoachDaGhost
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Culture Bermudez
Culture Bermudez
Songwriter
George Bakopoulos
George Bakopoulos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Yohzy
Yohzy
Producer
Yozora
Yozora
Producer

Lyrics

Took a break, now I'm back on my bully (I'm back) All black ski, mask with a hoodie (all black) Talk cap, I speak fast with the fully (rah-rah) Back to back hits, you not dealing with rookies (Yozora) As a matter of fact I here to take over, but this what happens when you push me (I'm here) We established that I am a star, see the look on they face and they mad at that (mad) I was stuck in the streets so I'm glad to rap (Shine) Now they love when I speak, just imagine that (I'm fine) It's a reason I'm here I had dreams 'bout here, now picture me givin' the package back (get back) If your brain ever let you picture that Your vision better than Picasso I'm ridin' dirty but I'm in the back Won't hesitate to let some shots go (rah-rah-rah) Ain't no time to worry, so I'm movin' sturdy It's levels, you haters is not close (not close) What you rep? I'ma flex, if you, not choo (not choo) Make a mess, then what's next? Tahoe Shine, skrrt-skrrt, flippin' and swervin' through potholes (potholes) Then the treesh gon' eat up the D How you know? 'Cause she already ate about five bros (ah) A verse ain't free, it's gon' come with a fee Look, you gotta pay me well (pay me) They know I'm from Brooklyn, if you heard about me (Brooklyn) If not there you can catch me in ATL I'm tryna flip work 'til I break the scale (twirl, twirl) If my shooters get locked up, I can pay the bail Just know we ain't perfect Until we find out what worth is, you might wanna say, "It's hell" But just find out your purpose Stick to a plan and just pray for them days and you will prevail I remember them days, I was in a cell (I remember) I was stuck in a cage, they ain't send me mail (I'm stuck) But I laugh 'cause I'm the chosen one (chosen) Look, I used to drill with a stolen gun And if I ever did a favor for you I'm good now you don't owe me nothin' 'Cause this here 'bout to get critical Shine, 30 thousand when I spit the truth (30) It's perfect timin', this is spiritual (spiritual) And they just rhymin', they ain't lyrical (they got me) And for the culture that is pitiful Look, I used to plot I was miserable Ready to up it and pop at his physical Real deal, slimey individual (rah-rah-rah) I know my name Coach but I'm still in the field I'm chasin' the mills but you still will get killed I be tryna chill but I still love a drill Don't ever confuse me with none of these goofies 'Cause I make a movie without a pill (I don't need it) I make a party rock, 45, 40 Glocks, couple Uzis 'bout to get real (rah-rah-rah) Who really the best? I guess time will reveal (Shine) I'm shinin' my diamonds is blinding 'em ill I remind me it's levels to signin' a deal But it's secrets I keep it, I gotta conceal I ain't givin' out speeches I'm keepin' it thrill Gotta watch out for leeches, drink blood that you spill Don't compete with a Genius, it can be devious You probably think that I won't but I will (how you know?) I'm still a big hitter from the 'Vill When you think about robbin' me Just know that the 40 a part of me Hollows are rippin', tearin' through arteries (rah) I talk about violence but pardon me My soul in a place that is hard to reach (poor now, rich later) (Shine)
Writer(s): Culture Bermudez, George Bakopoulos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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