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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrell Bruinson
Tyrell Bruinson
Songwriter
Marcel McIntyre
Marcel McIntyre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dymique Samuels
Dymique Samuels
Engineer

Lyrics

When I was a yout I was outside yellin "Gimme da Loot" Mally and T-Y had taught me to use it I prayed to God that I didn't have to shoot Pops and my mova had split up on paper The only way we could secure us a roof Section 8 put us right next to the opps Niggas shot at my house and so we had to move Grandma was praying for me every night I'm living like I could die anyday I rep my niggas I don't rep my block They might respect it or slide anyway Ain't really have a position Out there in the field I was moving like Bobby Boucher OG told me if I wanted to ball I gotta go out and make me a play So that's what I did I put the pen to the paper Regularly battle my neighbors Back when my lunches were free But lil Chris wasn't And Manny was back out on papers Split Arizona's wit niggas I Argued about who was better tween Biggie or Jigga Even as lookout I still had my book out Lights started flashing I'd close it Yell look out Don't be out dolo Unless you a Solo Best watch your surroundings right after the Gogo My lil bro bro on go for the lo lo Then Bullets hit fast put his body in slo mo Seen the whole thing If the cops come "I don't know" Keeper of my brother That be the bro code He asking for saving But that's just a promo Brodie a pro pro Absent a soul That's if you don't know I remember when my nigga Mally told me that I had it Type of nigga that'll sit in yo back seat Catch you in traffic Tellin me, when he hear my shit, It feel like shit could happen Who knew I could change the mind Just off the shit that I was rappin When I was a yout I was outside yellin "Gimme da Loot" Mally and T-Y had taught me to use it I prayed to God that I didn't have to shoot Pops and my mova had split up on paper The only way we could secure us a roof Section 8 put us right next to the opps Niggas shot at my house and so then we had to move Grandma was praying for me every night I'm living like I could die any day I rep my niggas I don't rep my block They might respect it or slide anyway They might respect it or slide anyway They might respect it or slide anyway When I was a
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