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Upcoming Concerts for Lil' Keke

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Keke
Lil' Keke
Performer
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Performer
Bun B
Bun B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Lakee Edwards
Marcus Lakee Edwards
Songwriter
Justin Lewis Scott
Justin Lewis Scott
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer

Lyrics

Let it be mine Ball like we do, roll up the glue Champagne and drank, playin' it cool We're still in the game, hall of the fame Respect on the name, just legend me mane I'll put that on my crown And I'll pocket it full of stone I'll put that on my crown And I'll pocket it full of stone Say, I'm on my money run, I'm on my paper route But quiet is kept, I'm fresh to death soon as I'm steppin' out They know that's legend talk, come see that legend walk Across the stage and go get paid, I never had a doubt They call me Captain Hill, I got no rappin' fear Candy-coated, extra clear, now that's my type of atmosphere Tippin' up my avenue, ain't nothin' I'd rather do Than pull up on the side of you while bangin' on some classy screws So this the price of fame, but it ain't nothin' lame Go do your check and put respect up on my fuckin' name It ain't no traffic over here, I'm in my empty lane Still out here reppin' game, now they call me legend mane Ball like we do, roll up the glue Champagne and drank, playin' it cool We're still in the game, hall of the fame Respect on the name, just legend me mane Put that one on my crown And I'll pocket it full of stones Put that one on my crown And I'll pocket it full of stones Man, I done came up out of that dirt I been in these streets going hard And I done put in all kind of work Now it's time I want my reward Now some feelings bound to get hurt When I start to pull in them cards And show that pussy under your skirt When I start exposing you frauds Run a whole hundred yards from my end zone to your uprights Watchin' my successors keep you up nights Countin' my bread, gettin' up tight But that just means that I'm born right Foolin' on the cool, you movin' wrong Tryna say I ain't real, I'ma prove I'm wrong I'ma live and let you get to movin' on Krit, sing the song Ball like we do, roll up the glue Champagne and drank, playin' it cool We're still in the game, hall of the fame Respect on the name, just legend me mane I'll put that on my crown And I'll pocket it full of stones I'll put that on my crown And I'll pocket it full of stones
Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Marcus Edwards, Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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