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Weak Won't Do
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Weak Won't Do was released on July 26, 2011 by Mello Music Group as a part of the album Daily Bread
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Release DateJuly 26, 2011
LabelMello Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hassaan Mackey
Hassaan Mackey
Rap
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I would cry till I drown in my own tears
Just so you could go swimming
[Verse 2]
Yeah, none of 'em good, they all garbage
All of 'em novice, should invest in vest, they're the best as targets
This hot shit will hit 'em, then collide in they conscience
For talkin' out the side of they conscience, coinciding Hassaan's sick
It's something wrong with me, I'm on shit
Beyond them old secular songs, subliminal shit that the rest of them on
Speak my name and get torn to pieces
Nailed to death then hung from your features
Left there danglin', lungs touching your sneakers
Blood floodin' the speakers, the sound muffles
The ground crumbles, there's no where firm for you to stand
It's clear and evident you ain't learn to use your hands
You would accept the burn if you's a man
But you scared to even breathe near the directions of my square
And if your crew stares, I got something that they could share
Shit's slick and severe, shit swooped ear to ear, bitch
[Verse 3]
(Seven days wouldn't do)
I'm treatin' this rap shit like food
(Seven days wouldn't do)
So don't step to the stage to get chewed
(Seven days wouldn't do)
I'm treatin' this rap shit like glue
(Seven days wouldn't do) Stuck to it
(Yo, yo, uh) What the fuck you wanna do?
[Verse 4]
You rappidy rap **** can all save it
Whatever you plan to bake is bland flavored
No matter how y'all stretch it, covered and dressin' it
Taste tester's who taste it keep sayin' they can't taste shit
****, you grew up in the burbs, this ain't the same shit
I'll push your head off the pedestal that your frame sit
Kick the shit in the crowd during the bang, bitch
Then proceed rappin' while your body still standin'
Jammin' like uncle Bob
Vibin' with the Wailers
Throwin' competition in the coffin, stickin' all the nails in
Can't compare him unless it's to a werewolf
Sit in my seat on a beat and get your chair pulled
Right from up under your ass, and that's real
And I don't give a fuck if you like how I feel
Uh, just recognize the skill
And put per diem on the bill
[Verse 5]
(Seven days wouldn't do)
I'm treatin' this rap shit like food
(Seven days wouldn't do)
So don't step to the stage to get chewed
(Seven days wouldn't do)
I'm treatin' this rap shit like glue
(Seven days wouldn't do) Stuck to it
What the fuck you wanna do?
Written by: Erik Stephens
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