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38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Performer
Ransom
Ransom
Performer
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Rap
Randy Nichols
Randy Nichols
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
Randy Nichols
Randy Nichols
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, you know I do this shit right here With no issue, man You know what I'm sayin' Yeah, y'all niggas ask me why I'm up, I say the game is simple And if I always be your crutch, you gon' remain cripple See, you're worried about who came with you I worry about the people not here It's clear that we ain't got the same issues I had three strippers named Crystal 38 tattooed on their nipples, they like the same pistols There's currency in my brains signal, commas and dollar signs My mind resembles the same symbols, uh A closed mouth don't get fed So I'm vocal about the shit that I never had I was born poor, we was all dealt the bad hand So I brag about the shit that I wouldn't grab Niggas said my visions'll never come true I took off winning, I guess my beginnings was never humble I ball up 1s and let 'em fumble all over your bitch For the ones that want to see my cheddar crumble You ain't never have to sell a bundle Or bundle your commissary together to make better gumbo I survived through the ghetto jungle Now I got a place 'cross the water, right by the tunnel Huh Look, this is murder he wrote Purposely float across the track of a fiend's arm, verbally dope Heard he was broke 'til he purchased a boat Old school candy painted Cadillac with some burgundy spokes When I was young, my best friends, I was serving they folks Yeah, that's how my brother taught me Went on the lamp for 20 grand 'cause I learnt from a GOAT Paid no attention and the shit was costly My bitch divorced me when the system lost me Life's a bitch, friends get jealous They was mad when they heard we alone Longer you hang, the further the rope Had to attend the way The cops trying to kill us 'cause they heard we was woke Hard to be civil minded when the kid is blinded Contract's on my life, no nigga signed it Let's get reminded, harder than gin and tonic When I spin Ebonics, you get astonished This nigga's honest with a bit of polish I told my kids I had to visit college But I just had to do it big to get a bit of knowledge Yeah
Writer(s): Kellen Lewis Abston, Karl Iglesias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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