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Sigs
99
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sigs was released on June 19, 2020 by FREER Records as a part of the album Assata Troi
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Release DateJune 19, 2020
LabelFREER Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BL Shirelle
BL Shirelle
Vocals
Trvp Lvne
Trvp Lvne
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Monique Mull Shirelle
Monique Mull Shirelle
Lyrics, Composer
Joseph Jermaine Hinton
Joseph Jermaine Hinton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trvp Lvne
Trvp Lvne
Producer
Dr. Israel
Dr. Israel
Mixing Engineer
Castro Fidell
Castro Fidell
Engineer
Fury Young
Fury Young
Graphic Design

Lyrics

Yeah
Crack baby
Uh
Take yall back to Woodstock
SV
I had to rewind the times before the rhymes
I had to rewind the crimes that locked me for that dime
I had to rewind before the first time that I sold to mom
I have to rewind my mind to times I don't want reminded
Rewind to '99
We was 11, 12
Stuffing them 12 '12s
We shared a 38
We had like 12 shells
Juvenile cells jail
Praying for snail mail
But I won't talk about it
My broken heart and open scar feel like you ripped and broke a jar
You droppin ice all on your stove just tryna see if somethin' mold
Tryna see them oils hold
You lost your dreams and all your goals in a pyrex you stole from Lowe's
Y'all know the feeling
My self esteem was kinda low I had a demon in my soul
That sank his teeth and made a hole without a filling
But I won't talk about it
My heart got chalk around it yeah
That's when I thought about it
Just some shit I gotta say
Shit I carry everyday
This some shit that's on my heart
Where the fuck am I gone start
These weirdo **** is bitches I give 'em morning sickness
The more they sitting the more I'm shifting
They mourn the difference
Some **** get in ya business
Some **** get in they feelings
I just get to the witness the snitch and co-defendant
Seen **** fake they religion
Hidden Christians
When they eating that chi chi they envisioning chitlins
Ain't gonna get more specific
Go west and i hit the Pacific
I hope you fuckin illiterate **** know the difference
Yeah I'm a victim of recidivism
I'll only be civilized in the prison system
Religious stigma keep a sinners vision
Skin stigmas a bigger division
It can't be mended it's cemented and demented
My window's tinted and my skin is, which one is it?
When you violate my rights and my amendments
Same rights was never given to begin with
I'd rather ask for forgiveness than permission
Clinicians can't provide prescriptions for this sickness
I'm addicted to the digits they addicted to syringes
Common sense is that we must conduct the business
Just some shit I gotta say yeah
Shit I carry everyday yeah
My man mom died while he was at chow time
Baby mom miscarried while he was at commissary
It's kinda scary
'Cause his cellie's a drag who dresses in woman fashion
Madea they call her Tyler Perry
I could barely get fresh wore that designer rarely
Till I did the math like hold up that one I gotta carry
Till i gripped that gat like hold up that gun I gotta carry
These **** wanna spill my blood in my prime Carrie
Spoiled milk reminiscing on that rotten dairy
In this game we one and done we play for Calipari
Draft picks from the bottom of the belly bottom beast
But when it's extra hollow in your belly gotta eat
And when they plotting stop em you can't let them bottom feed
Even if I gotta fight in them Rockies Apollo Creed
Spent countless nights in them counties without a blink
But I ain't gotta sleep motherfucka I got a dream
Just some shit I gotta say
Shit I carry everyday
This some shit that's on my heart
Where the fuck am I gone start
Written by: Joseph Jermaine Hinton, Monique Mull Shirelle
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