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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cousin Stizz
Cousin Stizz
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Ali
Malcolm Ali
Songwriter
Stephen Goss
Stephen Goss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malcolm Ali
Malcolm Ali
Producer
Tee-Watt
Tee-Watt
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, yeah, yeah Mm-hmm, uh Keep it real with my uh Ayy, I keep it real with my niggas Smarten up, they go hard just to kill it Why pimpin'? You aren't on your pivot (yeah, yeah) Kept swungin' it formed into divots We was armed and involved It get jiggin' if we show for the call (yeah, yeah) War heart in it, lurkin' and doggin', got old friends you ain't talkin' with, uh Van Gogh couldn't drew Gotta watch every who when you blew, they bangin' at you Damn, the hood got you couped, and it grew, feel like a noose Proven to stand on your ten when it's on, and solid as all Hear my pains like I'ma be there tomorrow But we ain't see 'em at all It kills that we can't speak 'cause you're gone They hate they see these niggas tryin' to ball What I peeped on that corner would get you wiped without Charmin' From the cement, flowers done arose from the rock Either handlin' lines or I was movin' exotic, we wanted cars Feds file charges, friends turn to songs (yeah) The more poppin' I get, the more this shit starts to hit I came from walkin' the flips and then Monopoly hit 'Cause they ain't stoppin' the rent They want us locked in the pit Copped my momma some nice things Some minks and all kinda rings (ayy) From rappin' and shit Yeah, wear it out, we ain't out, showin' love Toe the line for callin' on me cheerin' on Harvard, my dog got raided while the lecture goin' We was in the trap, only thing we been livin' on Keep it all blessings (yeah) Falls turn to lessons Far as all the stressing (yeah) Eyes on the message Keep it all blessings Scars and the test's Keep it all blessings Beam me up, goin' far see me there Purple cough, sippy cup Frizz finna lean me up Yeah, that's my nigga from way back in the day So if you play, I'ma have to back it out and then spray That's how we lay I can't say what that happened to me To tell the truth without the booth but your name on the grave (damn, damn) So praise the roof, I had the juice to go and pave all them ways, uh
Writer(s): Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Marvin Hamlisch, Stephen Goss, Terry Watson, Malcolm Ali Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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