Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ricardo Galindez
Sampler
Rey Zeno
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skalla
Songwriter
Ricardo Galindez
Songwriter
Rey Zeno
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Atypeek Music
Producer
Dälek
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
No control
Lost directly
In the middle no riddle
No game real life
Nobody playing the bagpipe
A crack house heroine
Home life the streets have no respect
Its all up to you your life the times that I remember
Central ave midtown
After 12 a quiet sound
All get high
You come out you get high
The flash light hits
A stray hit
A coop laughs
Other brags
I remember the shit
Bigger then terrorised
You survive
fuck that you scared of confrontation
I speak my mind
Tossed testimony
Us legislation
A worst nightmare
I define and speak
For those that can't
More like an everyday plant
With no leaves worse
An officer of the law
81 motherfucken thousand
in a hole
A motion denied
Your life slow
and no ties to commit
A justice system fucked up
Another un fortunate
Right
Ya handle
A waited trial , denial , you fucking stuck
Time got nothing on you
No lesson
In a double
Intent
Will fucking rate you
They fucking just told me to say
What I result in police conduct
The devil runs his nation fuck up I said it ten years ago
A prosecutor corrupt man in a 13 thousand dollar suit
You fucked up a dropped case all fucked up stars not inlined
Otherwise you pay for the crime
Always for the innocent
Good cop bad badge
But the **** still mother fucker
Your face to face
With the man who fucking sold the world you hurt
I won't do suicide Kurt I ride the shit out
Got my own point across
For the loss if you had anything the world keeps looking away
I stood my act
My brand they fucking fear it
Your gland
Buck ruby
Written by: Rey Zeno, Ricardo Galindez, Skalla
