Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marco Iwabuchi
Marco Iwabuchi
Songwriter

Lyrics

So street ya seven days a week k
My own league ya flipping to succeed ya
So elite greet me like a chief gang
Bitter sweet the ceo of big thangs
I started class with a weed bag and gold chain
Big brains now I power up the city mang
Added lanes and I triple it on block chain
I eight no gasoline its clean mang
Swang gang Pancho built the whole thang
Many thanks to the haters that gave me strength
Straight eights we rollin in the hard ways
We hall of game great in the middle name
Coppn crops turning profits building blocks
We rock it hard man we rock all to the top
We never stop our motto is we never stop
We never not we never stop we never give it up
I'm the plug the wall and the motherfucking rug
Got the shrub and the mother fuckin bud
This ain't luck I started when it was ruff
I worked it up it made me hard and tuff
Then had enough I got it all I got the stuff
Then run it up I run it I run it up
Cause that's what's up I'm gonna get it all love
A billion bucks because I don't give a fuck
On the ups I'm popping licks of the cuff
Haters shook I run it up I run it up
I run it and I'm never gonna give up
I never gave a fuck and i don't give up
I run it up real real high high
I touch the stars and moon and the sky
Run it up run it run it up run it up we really don't give a fuck
Coppn crops turning profits building blocks
We rock it hard man we rock all to the top
We never stop our motto is we never stop
We never not we never stop we never give it up
Written by: Marco Iwabuchi
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