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Take It Dea
10,032
Hip-Hop
Take It Dea was released on August 22, 2025 by LLC4 as a part of the album Legendary Run
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Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelLLC4
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A2P Fred
A2P Fred
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alfred Lawrence
Alfred Lawrence
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LYD Do It
LYD Do It
Producer
Lyd Doit
Lyd Doit
Producer
Jamar "Mar" Joseph
Jamar "Mar" Joseph
Recording Engineer
Syleria "Libby" Mack
Syleria "Libby" Mack
Mixing Engineer
Lyddoit
Lyddoit
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, anything
Uh (LYD Do It)
Mhm (Bino)
[Chorus]
I'm havin' second thoughts about this music shit
The streets callin' my phone, I'm tryna lock in with my engineer
My manager like, "We up next, the sky the only way from here"
If I put this shit down, how the fuck my scale gon' feel? (I'm sorry)
What about my clientele? (I'm sorry)
Who gon' front Rebecca 'til she get paid on the twelfth? (Huh?)
Who gon' know that Mr. Jones only shop off of smell (It sweet)
And who gon' know that when Palmbay call, you gotta take it there?
Hop on that road and take it there
[Verse 1]
Nobody gon' treat my plays the way that I'ma treat 'em
I show love because I know they need me and they how I'm eatin' (Uh)
You owe me one-thirty? Fuck it, give me a hundred even (I'll take that)
They gon' spend that check with me because I'm who they believe in
We got a special bond
I'm servin' ladies who used to be cool with my mama (My mama, ****)
They know for sure if auntie call this phone, then I'm comin' (I'm pushin' up)
Everybody know I'm head first and I don't do no runnin' (I don't do no runnin')
But I been thinkin' (****)
[Chorus]
I'm havin' second thoughts about this music shit
The streets callin' my phone, I'm tryna lock in with my engineer
My manager like, "We up next, the sky the only way from here"
If I put this shit down, how the fuck my scale gon' feel? (I'm sorry)
What about my clientele? (I'm sorry)
Who gon' front Rebecca 'til she get paid on the twelfth? (Huh?)
Who gon' know that Mr. Jones only shop off of smell (It sweet)
And who gon' know that when Palmbay call, you gotta take it there?
Hop on that road and take it there
[Verse 2]
Nobody gon' treat my plays the way that I'ma treat 'em
I show love 'cause the bitch ain't show me no love back when I had needed it
I'll pull up, drop it in your mailbox, and leave it (I got you)
How much cheese you got right now? Okay, cool, bring it (We'll figure it out)
This shit get deeper
Trade me all they food stamps, they ain't got food in the freezer (They trippin')
Let you keep some, I don't do my clientele either (Uh-uh)
Fuck bein' saved by the bell, I'm saved by the tweakers
They love me and I need 'em (Uh)
[Chorus]
I'm havin' second thoughts about this music shit
The streets callin' my phone, I'm tryna lock in with my engineer
My manager like, "We up next, the sky the only way from here"
If I put this shit down, how the fuck my scale gon' feel? (I'm sorry)
What about my clientele? (I'm sorry)
Who gon' front Rebecca 'til she get paid on the twelfth? (Huh?)
Who gon' know that Mr. Jones only shop off of smell (It sweet)
And who gon' know that when Palmbay call, you gotta take it there?
Hop on that road and take it there
[Instrumental]
(LYD Do It)
(Bino)
Written by: Alfred Lawrence
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