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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Anderson
Alyssa Anderson
Songwriter
Henry Jackson
Henry Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jamell jackson
jamell jackson
Producer

Lyrics

I bet you never heard the truth Told like this Heard a female emcee so cold 'Till you play my shit I give you truth serum Maybe now our roles can switch And you can mold that weak wrist Into a flow that's sick It's been over twelve months Since I dropped my last project Decided I'll record a new tape Stack some profits They heard my song maybe seen my face Know it's quiet before the storm But still will destroy your landscape A secret handshake what separate us from y'all Will we learn to adapt Break our hymen for these laws They fucking us Your daughter your sister mother Fingers all in that ass Then raw dogging it with no rubber Undercover trying to play us like the songs we creating I ain't here for the taking modification and raping I'm constantly concentrating Consciously celebrating What you doing Focusing on furthering your education Better be planning for a rainy year Rainy days that's fairy tale Round here it's real Round here it's live Round here we vibe I pass the mic and let you kill yourself Murderous suicide That's why hoes don't wanna feature They sleepy indica refer May have a couple bars but rarely go deeper I spit truth they in hiding And I'm the seeker I got better introductions Than most of y'all whole production Rhyming cliches I've polished my construction Chefs call it reduction I bring out the flavor You minor I'm major In you I smell a hater Stop acting like you doing me a motha fucking favor True Poet I bet you never heard the truth Told like this Heard a female emcee so cold 'Till you play my shit I give you truth serum Maybe now our roles can switch And you can mold that weak wrist Into a flow that's sick
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