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Cant Grieve
11
Rap
Cant Grieve was released on December 8, 2023 by New 11 Records as a part of the album Alter Ego
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Release DateDecember 8, 2023
LabelNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li N.O.
Li N.O.
Performer
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Producer

Lyrics

(Flawless, yeah, uh, yeah, Jazmine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, stick go dark like special needs, put motha hoes right on they knees
Kill yo ass then flip the hurt, bitch, fuck yo mama, she can't breathe
Stole a track, I wrapped it blue, but I love makin' **** bleed
Three-two bullets in my clip, a pocket stuck, them feet is pink
Might go harder, I drink water like I didn't cut off the scene
I'm a baller like my father, give a fuck what **** think
Been that **** since like seventeen, I'm grindin' while you sleep
Step on **** like a door mat, but my shoes ain't never creased
Bitch, I ain't with real gorillas, tell the case or up the scope
Ran off, chased some bullets, grabed his ass on head like you don't know
Pillow talkin' made me mad, I nutted on your favorite ho
Shit get cut, don't go after deal, I robbed some shit in front my bro
They compressed to buy the bitch, I been sleepin' on this low
New AK came with coolant kit, boy, this shit all on the floor
We walk in, they like, "Who is this?" Every bitch I whip, he battle
Then the last I never miss, just blew four racks up in sacks
I might get mad and throw a fit, **** whoopin' in the DM
Out in public, ain't no shit, ain't no runnin', my shit simmin'
But my bro came with a switch, get this money fast
I ball, I don't even know who threw the pitch, cute lil' ho been actin' up
But that's okay, can't be my bitch, watch that chain walk by the door
My precious 4 just hit a leak, goody strapped up in his car
Brand new Glock, but different gen, that shit adapted for the bro
Lil' N-O rapper, I went fin', brought my ten out just to spin
In Atlanta with some hoes, I put 'bout three inside the Benz
Pushin' P and pushin' low like lil' N-O the labor man
We took TV's out the wild, lil' N-O not the cable man
Fuck my bitch like, "See you later", I say, "Longer lake 'em then"
Stick on dope like special needs, put motor hoes right on they knees
Kill yo' ass then flip the hurt, bitch, fuck yo' mama, she can't grieve
Stole a track, caught wrapped in blue, but I love makin' **** bleed
Grit the bullets in my clipper, pockets stuffed, them 50s pink
Might go harder, I drip water like I didn't cut off the sink
I'm a baller like my father, give a fuck what **** think
Been that **** since like seventeen, I'm grindin' while you sleep
Step on **** like a door mat, but my shoes ain't never creased
(Ain't never creased, bitch, yeah)
Written by: Marquis Davidson
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