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Represent II (Audio) | 116 feat. 1K Phew, Wande, Trip Lee, GAWVI
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
116
116
Performer
GAWVI
GAWVI
Performer
Wande Isola
Wande Isola
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Songwriter
Tedashii
Tedashii
Composer
Gabriel Azucena
Gabriel Azucena
Composer
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Composer
Wande Isola
Wande Isola
Composer
William Barefield
William Barefield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GAWVI
GAWVI
Producer
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Producer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, even though I'm turnt up, I'm crunk still I don't need no pimp cup, but I'm still havin' that real speel I remember when the doctor told me I had to stop sippin' when I popped seals I was livin' too hot, now I'm comin' out of doors when I hear fire drills Even though I had drum, I would still go to church in my gangster grill Paid $116 for these White Forces, 'cause I'm gang for real (yeah, ayy, yeah) This for my bros in the peni and holy girls in the steeple (sheesh) They say, "Lord, if You love us, then how come we got this evil?" I say, "Hold up a minute, bro, that ain't Him, it's the people" Really, we got decisions, but people choosin' their ego, yeah Died on the Cross, resurrect, beat death, flesh try to step, it get clapped like, "Bleh" They see me, never say, "Poor me", child of a King, called it royalty How you been, girl? I've been blessed (uh), 2.0, new earth, what's next? (Sheesh) Gotta represent for the King, He the reason why I sing, bruh, like, I mean... Represent (represent), represent (represent) Represent (represent), represent (represent) Represent (represent), represent (represent) Represent (represent), represent (represent, uh, yes Lord) Woke up from my coma state, keep that, I don't want your bank Supper time, you know he ate (gotta represent for real) Bogus boys are blown, it ain't 'bout blowin' up, you know he fake While I'm on front the golden gates (okay) E'eryday Cinci got me, I been mobbin' (uh) Wind in my face, ain't got me stoppin' (uh) My gang out here lookin' quite strange Rappin' 'bout this life change, yeah Ooh, ooh, you know he got it Where else can I go? He took me far, look at the mileage (ooh) When He returns, I get my return, I'm sayin' deposits Yeah, I know they fly, but they got no pilot Yeah, I got a feeling this the year I've been waiting on I know you right with me, come feel this high with me Let me see you goin' up, just where you are No matter how I feel, me and my slide know the drill Man, my God know the rail, got my own Dr. Phil Money talked before you hell, learn how to drive without the wheel Me and my bros is gon' mutate, just like Rebel for Lecrae (uh-uh) Our text message on the way, but don't you question my own ways Keep playin' these games like I ain't gon' pop, this my family, it's all I got (whoa) Feelin' like Kobe, I'm callin' my shot, pray for me, ye, the devil my opp (whoa) I was bumpin' that R. G., now they rollin' with me Both our heads noddin' like we dozin' on 116, yeah Yeah, even though I'm turnt up, I'm crunk still I don't need no pimp cup, but I'm still havin' that real speel I remember when the doctor told me I had to stop sippin' when I popped seals I was livin' too hot, now I'm comin' out of doors when I hear fire drills Even though I had drum, I would still go to church in my gangster grill Paid $116 for these White Forces, 'cause I'm gang for real Represent (I got God), represent (I got God) Represent (where my squad?) Represent (we up next) Represent (I got God), represent (I got God) Represent (where my squad? We up next) (I got)
Writer(s): Le Crae Moore, Gabriel Azucena, Tedashii Anderson, William Barefield, Glenn Gordon, Wande Isola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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