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Pedigree
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Rap
Pedigree was released on June 2, 2023 by New 11 Records as a part of the album Baby Jester
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Release DateJune 2, 2023
LabelNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just, yeah
Flowin', uh
Would you like me?
Hit the head and see the label
Pretty bitch gon' roll my weed
Takin' risks and bein' a hustler
That shit tatted on my sleeve
I been runnin' away from love
'Cause it don't feel like nothin' I need
Chase the paper, 'bout this shit
I'll take the L **** free
I'm tryna cop two hundred bowls
How you gon' mail this shit to me?
Took a brick and lost his soul
You can't even sell that shit for cheap
Turned they back and made me cold
Now I'm not real, they tellin' me
Look, my eye ain't no regular dog
You can't even sell my pedigree
There a **** snapped my chain
Gon' be the day he rest in peace
**** ridin' behind they Dodge
And linin' up to be the C's
Pain made me
And the toughest love
Aren't really humble deeds
All black fits to match my whip
Like Batman tearin' up the street
Pimp, how you might wake up early
Fuck a bitch right by the window
She so crazy, normal life too dangerous
Daily shit I'm into
In her feelings, told me leave
I don't give a fuck, ho, I will fit too
Call them other pussy ****
Or your daddy when that rent due, uh
Don't callin', no
Fuck the ****, been too loyal
I could never trust a ho
Michael Drake inside a Gucci bag
I'm posted by the store
You ain't never, I'ma die with me
I'm not your fuckin' bro (I'll have you **** broke for sure)
Hit the 8 and see the label
Pretty bitch gon' roll my weed
Takin' risks and bein' a hustler
That shit tatted on my sleeve
Been runnin' away from love
'Cause it don't feel like nothin' I need
Chase the paper, 'bout this shit
I take the air, a **** breathe
I'm tryna cop two hundred bucks
How you gon' mail this shit to me?
Took a brick and lost his soul
You can't even sell that shit for cheap
Turned that bank and made me cold
Now I'm not real, they tellin' me
Lil' ma, I ain't no regular dawg
You can't even sell my pedigree
I can't stand you in my face
I used to love you next to me
Playin' chess, the game don't end
Just 'cause I pawned it to the queen
Keep a pocket full of money
Bitch, lil' n on evergreen
I can't fuck with you, it's over
She like, "No, bae, what you mean?"
Get your shit and get to steppin'
All these hoes crammed in my phone
Do what I say without a question
Bought a Taurus, took a block
I ain't never had no Smith & Wesson
In the streets, been feelin' lost
This music givin' me directions
Longer key, couple years ago
Developed money, fattest
Bullshit, bitch, been actin' up
I don't give a fuck, ho, ain't no petty
Hit the city, stolen cat
Won't be too long before I wreck it
I stopped pickin' up my phone
Now how I know you get the message?
The haters see the label, pretty bitch gon' roll my weed
Takin' risks and bein' a hustler, that shit tatted on my sleeve
I been runnin' away from love 'cause it don't feel like nothin' I need
Chase the paper, 'bout this shit, I take the air, a **** breathe
I'm tryna cop two hundred bucks, how you gon' mail this shit to me?
Took a brick and lost his soul, you can't even sell that shit for cheap
Turned they back, it made me cold, now I'm not real, they tellin' me
Lil' Ma, I ain't no regular dawg, you can't even sell my pedigree
(Sell my pedigree)
Yeah, bitch, you can't sell my pedigree
(Sell my pedigree)
(Sell my pedigree)
(Sell my pedigree)
Written by: Marquis Davidson
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