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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Niggas datin' bitches' bodies Bitches datin' niggas pockets I ain't Harden, can't leave my rocket, uh Broke down doors, them niggas still gon' knock it Lame niggas gon' fall off, them real niggas gon' pop shit Winners, how they gon' treat us like beginners? Know I put my all inside this shit when niggas didn't, uh Cooking up, my foot inside this shit, that's how I kick it And looking back, they sold me all them dreams, like how I listen? Hard to tell them youngins stay in school when I didn't, uh Educate yourself, go get some money, make a living And I ain't get it, huh But I get it now Never used to do, huh But shit, I do it now Back then woulda shot him up, I'll still shoot 'em down Trap hard 'til you got enough Tell 'em goofys move around 'Cause they ain't wanna listen 'til the chain started glistening And I can't talk to god, the devil always in my business Fatigued like fuck the law, the cops will never catch me slippin' Shit, now I'm 21, a couple cases on my back Still ride around with straps, my kicks is laced, my hat to back How dare you niggas cap, like we ain't put shit on the map "We gon' make it" That's what I told myself When ain't nobody hold me down, I had to hold myself Ain't nobody holding you back, it's you versus yourself Perkys is bad for your health, they poppin' it 'cause it helps They say they don't trust 'cause people switch like reversible belts I can't even blame 'em, that's a fact, I done seen it myself But if it's beef, keep it in the street You know cops be watchin' Instagram and all them tweets Them youngins quick to creep, I ain't talkin' TLC Every day like a feast, I'm yellin' "Bon appétit" Ain't get the ball like Jordan, I'm on the mike in these sneaks 'Member I couldn't afford 'em, now I cop 'em every week Ain't talkin' money then it's foreign, don't understand what you speak Don't believe in what you hear, believe in half of what you see Work hard, 'cause all that shit you want won't ever come for free They ask me how I know, I said, "That shit happened to me" Word
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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