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56 Bars
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Hip-Hop/Rap
56 Bars was released on October 12, 2012 by MBC The Label as a part of the album Multiple Hustles
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Release DateOctober 12, 2012
LabelMBC The Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM107

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.O.M.
L.O.M.
Performer
LOM Rudy
LOM Rudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L.O.M.
L.O.M.
Songwriter
LOM Rudy
LOM Rudy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P-Gutta Tha Hustla
P-Gutta Tha Hustla
Producer

Lyrics

For real, this a lil' light, son
Nothin' much, not too much
Tell me what y'all think about it
This for everybody, go get some money, ****
Ride too, for real
Let's go, big in my ears
This just some light proof, right?
Bought a 'Vette, never drive it, I don't like coops
Tryna find a real or fake, I don't know who
You couldn't imagine half the shit that I go through
Like catchin' headaches, tryna figure how to get 'em here
Or losin' more than thirty thousand, fuckin' with the air (for real)
And lookin' stupid, thinkin' what you could've did with it
Then sayin', "Fuck it," cut together and for real (get it)
Say you want it back, can't handle when the pressure come
Always quiet, get to talkin' when them letters come (next)
Always talkin' money, but you on me, keep it up
You in the ho, don't wanna see you buy a Ritz cup (nope)
Purple **** tankin' over, swear they somethin' else
Put some money on you, make you wanna hit yo' self
Even hit a **** bitch just to even out
But the value goin' down, these hoes just give it out (matter)
Drivin', tweetin' on the nut, all in the trap (yeah)
Back to back, downtown, know we all actin' (coops)
My whole crew lookin' healthy like we been smashin'
Your whole team lookin' bold like y'all been fappin' (yup)
Tom and Jerry hate raps, but we love cheese
Switch beats like Alisha, try to keep some keys
My daddy went hard as hell 'til he went fed (you know it)
Phone was flappin' so hard until it went dead (yop)
Then I went and bought a charger
Not for my phone, bitch, I went and bought a charger (yeah)
Stayed crazy, be pullin' hoes, might come and buy your daughter
I make my own rules, ****, I'm the author (****)
I'm the thrower in the country like Babe Ruth
Your phone never ring, no service, eight-tone booth (nothin')
Ain't changin' no cut like I can't afford one
But I can catch two Harley trucks, you know the four of 'em (mothafucka)
Bein' broke make me sick, tell 'em, "Get well"
Have these **** be boosted more than next year
My eyes bright and clear, I get some water, that's that boss love
I'm tryna own a greenfield like the Voss Club
Young money, young and immature like Diggy Sims (****)
I keep that grown man paper like Wendy Williams
A **** mainline, daddy always talkin' sales
Then I get to talkin' stats, you think I'm talkin' mail (bruh)
Almost got killed on Christmas, couldn't slow me up (bitch)
I keep bands, ten belts couldn't hold 'em up
In the dark, my shit shine like a night light (right)
No sheep, I fuck with wolves like Twilight (goon)
I'm only human, so you know I got a few fears (****)
Like goin' broke, but I ain't see that in a few years
If I need 'em, swear they comin', I just gotta call it
And they keep a couple forties like alcoholics
Or a few K's like they hate black people (chop)
You call it winter, baby, we just call it stacking season (go up)
You ain't special, man, the feds'll get anybody
And if I tell 'em he'll come and get anybody (what?)
We grind yearly, y'all used to them three-day runs
Y'all coppin' hard, we get it soft like Webay suns (Bridge)
A **** hungry in these streets, man, the greedy in 'em (****)
Big pockets, chunky, lookin' like I got Peezy in 'em (chunk)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Written by: L.O.M., LOM Rudy
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