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I Would
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I Would was released on February 24, 2017 by Heavy Camp as a part of the album Illuminati
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Release DateFebruary 24, 2017
LabelHeavy Camp
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I would kill the rap ****
I would expose everybody
I would fuck on that little bitch
But she going to tell everybody
I would still sell dope
But they going to rat me out
I give the street **** hope
That they could make it out
[Verse 2]
If I could talk to my ****
I would tell them how I miss them
If I could make one wish
I would free all my ****
I would tell you about the past
But the feds might come
I would tell the judge, kiss my ass
But he might revoke my bond
[Verse 3]
I don't do no waiting, I ain't got no patience
You going ride for me, baby, pussy good, I taste it
You going to stand on a stand
You going to raise your right hand
You going to lie for me, baby
You going to file for me, baby
If the feds looking for me, will you try to have me, baby?
[Verse 4]
Young **** mind so fucked up
Made it out the hood, I done lucked up
I done sacrifice for my brother
I give my life for my mother
You ain't getting money, ****, shut up
Before you fuck around and get murked
Anybody doubted me done fucked up
Broke ass **** looking fucked up
[Verse 5]
I would kill the rap ****
I would expose everybody
I would fuck on that little bitch
But she going to tell everybody
I would still sell dope
But they going to rat me out
I give the street **** hope
That they could make it out
[Verse 6]
If I could talk to my ****
I would tell them how I miss them
If I could make one wish
I would free all my ****
I would tell you about the past
But the feds might come
I would tell the judge kiss my ass
But he might revoke my bond
[Verse 7]
They gave my **** twenty years
He couldn't even get appeal
I couldn't even write letters
I couldn't even go and see them
Killer got nine years 'cause a fuck ****
Couple **** in the hood, I don't fuck with them
Shoutout to my baby mama, I'd die about her
Shoutout to the real **** stuck with me
[Verse 8]
**** say I changed on them
All this money, I had to change, ****
What you want me to stay the same, homie?
You going to diss me for fame, ****?
So you want to be famous that bad?
You going disrespect my name, homie?
Tell your mama you're going to be on TV tonight
I'm going to blow your brain, homie
[Verse 9]
I would kill the rap ****
I would expose everybody
I would fuck on that little bitch
But she going to tell everybody
I would still sell dope
But they going to rat me out
I give the street **** hope
That they could make it out
[Verse 10]
If I could talk to my ****
I would tell them how I miss them
If I could make one wish
I would free all my ****
I would tell you about the past
But the feds might come
I would tell the judge kiss my ass
But he might revoke my bond
Written by: Sammie Benson
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