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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
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Joshua Camron White
Joshua Camron White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Mia JayC
Mia JayC
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(MIA JAY C) Yeah, I'm with some veteran benders, but they my young niggas Steppin' team, they'll step for free because the love bigger (Helluva made this beat, baby) They know to keep they head on in the Red zone from what I done in it Proud of all the members I gave game to and they run with it Solid, stand on business, leave a loaf, won't be a crumb missin' Follow one nigga, follow my hustle, far as drug dealing Been a public figure, never hustlеd under another nigga We back on thеm Dracos, we outdone switches Squeeze once, lug shiftin' Brought us back to gold from hopeless, look what I done with it In my heart, I sensed a cross, but they say that the blood thicker Especially when it's leaking out the body, of another nigga Slidin' through my city, post a picture, they act like they missed it Post your loyal car, go end up flip it, drive it to a gymnast I make millions and make niggas history, miss 'em in they mentions Yeah, I cross my heart, of course I die the realest, already the biggest If I pass, I pray they paint the city red in my memory My young nigga official, we came up in this together He know take away his feelings when he under pressure And he know keep us whole, don't let him separate the section Every mission I done sent him was successful, no point in checking Niggas think they special, make us take our time teaching lessons My lieutenant, whatever, he with it (Huh?), yeah, smart aggression Sidestep, then Euro, Robert "The Rich" De Niro East side hero, I came in this bitch with zero Supreme got the jet on, I'm little but call me big homie Still fight two with a stick on me, VS1s, the white ones Why would I start trippin'? I already done been indicted Can't tell me not to tote, just bring a phone to Rikers Bitch, in the ring, you Tyson, at the end niggas be bitin' me Swing on me and die, you niggas know ain't no fighting me "Can I move, sir?" Yeah, that sound like a kite to me We got blue syrup, twenty-three, bro, what's the price for me? Niggas doing life for me, Dugg can't even fucking sleep Five thousand every couple days, damn near twice a week Niggas bringing bikes for me, supreme, two hunnid in beans Bless me if I sneeze (What else?), catch me if I lean (Yeah) Miss me if I lead (Ayy), this shit for the whole team And we ain't frontin' halves, we sellin' the whole thing Yeah, I cross my heart, of course I die the realest, already the biggest If I pass, I pray they paint the city red in my memory My young nigga official, we came up in this together He know take away his feelings when he under pressure And he don't keep us holded, don't let him separate the section Every mission I done sent him's an assessment, no point in checking Niggas think they special, make us take our time teaching lessons I'm a tenant whenever he with it, yeah, smart aggression
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Mia Jayc Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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