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Vince Staples - Ramona Park Broke My Heart : AYE! (FREE THE HOMIES (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Programming
Sean Matsukawa
Sean Matsukawa
Guitar
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Songwriter
Sean Matsukawa
Sean Matsukawa
Songwriter
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Producer
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Ah, ah, ah, ah) (If everybody over here has got so much hurt, has got so much anger in they heart) (We done lost a gang of homeboys) (A lot of people, a lot of my friends done got hurt) (You know we just got a lotta anger in us, so first thing, we gon' snap at it) Trophy in the hood, ayy, wish a nigga would, ayy Got my weight up, now I'm feelin' good, ayy Now a nigga on, ayy, I done came a long way If I had one wish (free the homies) I'd free the homies Shoot a nigga momma if she out while we slidin' Go up in the house, cuh, this shit get violent Better keep your mouth shut if we hear sirens I'ma be on Death Row just like Suge Knight'nem I stand ten toes, I'm not no buster Seen him by the WinCo, worked on my jumper Baby know I'm hotter than the city in the summer 'Fore I leave the house I gotta tell her that I love her, yeah I don't know if I'ma make it home These niggas ain't gangbangin', they just singin' songs I done seen it all, bloodshot eyes Broke my heart, then decided that I'm still outside Took a loss, took a risk, now I'm back in the mix Watch who you keepin' around when you wish Money ain't make me, still thuggin' 'til the feds come take me Mean muggin' Trophy in the hood, ayy, wish a nigga would, ayy Got my weight up, now I'm feelin' good, ayy Now a nigga on, ayy, I done came a long way If I had one wish, I'd free the homies Foot up on the gas, hunnid on the dash (on the gas) Lowerin' the stats, 30 on the man (on the man) Hung on Cherry Ave, I ain't go to class (no way) They don't say, "Wassup," 'cause they know it's that (dead homies) In too deep, I ain't with the peace Wanna end the beef? Tell them niggas, "Bring my homies back" (dead homies) Free the killer, he was on attack, yeah (on free the hood) Bitches want to know my zodiac (ayy, ayy) Every time I fall in love, baby do me bad (bad) Givin' up while I woulda gave it all I had I would never chase the cat, rather chase a bag Have fun, life short while you livin' fast (have fun) I'm a nigga in the set, baby, go and ask (I'm a nigga in the section) Never go out sad, give the boys my last (uh-huh) If I die today, they gon' go and crash (ayy, yeah) That's on Tiny Scrap, that's on Lil Half (dead homies) ayy Trophy in the hood, ayy, wish a nigga would, ayy Got my weight up (my weight up), now I'm feelin' good, ayy Now a nigga on, ayy (feelin' on tonight), I done came a long way If I had one wish, I'd free the homies (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Zachary Deem Sekoff, Sean Ryu Matsukawa, Leken Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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