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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(La musica de Harry Fraud) Ayo Big cigars and hard liquor In the casino in Niagara Falls beefing with the card dealers All of my kids got four wheelers I flew 'em all to Hawaii in December to have a warm winter Strong member, that's short-tempered When I'm home, I wear a Versace robe with Dior slippers And when I'm long distance If an insect crawl when I'm gone That shit gon' trigger my alarm system See, the challenge was to dodge prison It's hard going through hell with a talent that's God-given Lemonade from small lemons That's cute, but we made you from fruit that was forbidden Now they treat us like award winners Or like they seen us on sport center When really we're just born sinners Street niggas that matured, I remember being bored Now I eat with the board members Go to war, I'm most likely to win Huh, you won't fight me again Motherfucker, I'ma use this rifle again I got a ghost gun that's plastic I stash in a recycling bin Huh, I gave hope to my neighborhood Before that, I gave coke to my neighborhood I used to eat off trees and rock I still do 'cause the top is marble and the legs on the table wood Trust (trust, trust, trust, trust...) I can see it in your eyes The love you must have love Now you're on a borderline, your fate has never crossed
Writer(s): Justin Christopher Harrell, Rory William Quigley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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