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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Section 8
Section 8
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Rai'Shaun Williams
Rai'Shaun Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Section 8
Section 8
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Chris Hori
Chris Hori
Recording Engineer
D. Cannon
D. Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) This the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me I'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it I was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it You know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi I'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em All them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em My heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie They post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me Once you cross that line, it's a short time before you fly From the island, I throw 55, Red Zone 'til I die We face-to-face You couldn't even look me in my eyes, nigga soft as pie We load up and slide, wait 'til he come outside, show the sky My whole life, I had it on my mind to make a million I ain't need no nigga to help me wrap and send it, just my sealer They scared of me, not scared for me 'Cause they know that I'm a thriller Ain't no better feeling hoppin' out that whip and chasin' niggas Ain't no better feeling thumbin' through that skrilla with some killers It's like wakin' up and seein' the realest when you look in the mirror This shit mimic gettin' that call from shippers sayin' it's delivered Or gettin' that call from lil' bro spinnin' say he ain't miss him, that he finished War ain't civil, better keep your pistol, I'ma make 'em miss you Light a candle at the spot we hit you, teddy bears and pictures This the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me I'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it I was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it You know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi I'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em All them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em My heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie They post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me You learn a lesson, I can teach you somethin', hope you see it comin' Don't trust nothin', keep your yeek for comfort, they was screamin', woofin' 'Til I took a look, it wasn't nothin', sticks ain't shit unless you seize the drummer We all move as one to keep our weakness covered Nigga play, we dump 'em, now I wonder what make niggas flaw? Why they wish me harm? When they switched, it ain't make me alarmed 7.62 park cars, I don't flinch 'cause I ain't scared at all I only fear God, chopper lettin' off like round of applause Turn you to a star, I been hurt, so I keep up my guard Bein' this way got me far before MacGyver died, he broke all of our hearts DM big bro broad, he felt shame and he start backin' off This just from us far, should've kept us close, they wet his car Thought it hurt, but I side with my dog, Red been cut him off Red been cut him off Red had been cut him off, yeah And that's the real reason why I think these niggas be hatin' on me I'ma get him a T-shirt, get a face on it
Writer(s): Rai Shaun Devante Williams, George Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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