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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emileo Madriaga
Emileo Madriaga
Songwriter

Lyrics

Man
This right here is for my n— that's still living in the trenches
Got the kitchen smoking, dishes dirty, and they flippin' chickens
Ain't no cappin' in they rappin' if they say they killed, they did it
And they vanishing them bodies you can call em hood magicians
This right here is for my n— that's still living in the trenches
Got the kitchen smoking, dishes dirty, and they flippin' chickens
Ain't no cappin' in they rappin' if they say they killed, they did it
And they vanishing them bodies you can call em hood magicians
yeah them n— bound to book you
How you livin', how you get it?
Where you stash yo money?
Last place that you spend it, cause we spinnin'
Then he kicked down the backdoor
How he did it? He a menace
He ain't need no weapon yeah this how is finished
Then we emptied the place
Closets, dressers, and safes
You know time is a race
Cause the jakes on the way
Hold up, we can't show face
Hit the gas ain't no breaks
Swerve on backstreets all day
Smooth like taxi's no case
This right here is for my n— that's still living in the trenches
Got the kitchen smoking, dishes dirty, and they flippin' chickens
Ain't no cappin' in they rappin' if they say they killed, they did it
And they vanishing them bodies you can call em hood magicians
This right here is for my n— that's still living in the trenches
Got the kitchen smoking, dishes dirty, and they flippin' chickens
Ain't no cappin' in they rappin' if they say they killed, they did it
And they vanishing them bodies you can call em hood magicians
Written by: Emileo Madriaga
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