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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Rai'Shaun Williams
Rai'Shaun Williams
Songwriter
Chidi Osondu
Chidi Osondu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Section 8
Section 8
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Chidi Osondu
Chidi Osondu
Producer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Engineer

Lyrics

All my life, I wanted to get money Ten each pocket feel right, these all hunnids Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullies (Brr) Last four, five years, we served our state (Our state) Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (Raw) I don't piece out shit no more, I'm into wholesaling And I don't really trip 'bout sellin' records 'cause my dope sellin' Used to sit and talk bout how I live now to my old celly Sеnd some shots and call somethin' back, four in my lower bеlly One in my face and shit, that's why we been facin' shit Cold casin' shit, takin' shit, I been takin' risks Should've been rich, but I pop Percs and sip Free lil' bruh, he burned up shit Night and day, fent' and K Chasing pape', leave you K'ed All my life, I wanted to get money Ten each pocket feel right, these all hunnids Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullies Last four, five years, we served our state (Our state) Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (Raw) Pints and weed, Oxys, beans, I'll sell it all to E We 'posed to be tied, youngin', how the fuck you chargin' me? My niggas all died for the cause I really felt 'em pause, 'til that shit happened to ours Now get it done Put a sixty on his head, really like a sixty some', I'm quiet now Bitch, wait 'til that blicky come, I'm wildin' out For my team, I'm fallin' out, I know they got it done I don't lurk, I blow that rod and turn shit into Runtz First to shoot, not first to run, bitch, we gon' end this Don't tell me that I'm turnt now, bitch, 'cause I been this "We Paid" my only platinum song, but I got ten hits Fuck 'em if they don't feel us, free my niggas, free them killers All my life, I wanted to get money Ten each pocket feel right, these all hunnids Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullies Last four, five years, we served our state (Our state) Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (Raw)
Writer(s): Chidi Steve Osondu, Rai'shaun Devante Williams, Dion Marquise Hayes, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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