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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kipp Stone
Kipp Stone
Performer
Brandon Foster
Brandon Foster
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Foster
Brandon Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kipp Stone
Kipp Stone
Producer
Aidan Sigel-Bruse
Aidan Sigel-Bruse
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They're not against rap We're not against rappers But we are against those thugs (thugs, thugs, thugs) Hit a point where the air so thin in the sky niggas can't breathe Ima bathe in the light I done made few tweaks that you can't see Treat a win like a loss beating off my demons nigga pause Hate to be lost in the cause, lost in the sweet baby Rusty 380, shoot or keep aiming, score or be traded That's the equation fading my flame I make a wish baby Ex a bitch out forever erase em', sip my tea peaceful Ketamine state we blessed to ages over 18, 18th of propane 15th of that drank the wisdom I crave could never be wasted Ancestral vibe the recipe ancient pest in peace I the rest of me vacant ego must die the soul Came off of the bench bet you grow by talking to him Broken soul like a orphan lead in my thoughts wit gold That I'm fostering in soft when he spoke and a cuddle won't kill him But it's best that you know that he far from a bitch I been tryna go mansa musa had a solo cup for my change jar Bite the bullet like Daffy Duck when the game was crooked I was playing ball Apocalyptic when the profit mention I'll bomb the building won't save y'all I'll take it farther than Moses over dose boy prognosis my trademark I'm brave heart that slave talk don't resonate Best to let it fall like a feather innocence killer when it penetrate Let it settle in bet you end up dead from the neck up when it detonate Real path like scribble scrabble chicken scratch had to set the record straight Count the seconds till we elevate prosthetic feelings I should medicate Might hit the ceiling when I feel enraged my vision bigger didn't fit the cage Hit the vibe with venom I resuscitate should I get the blicky or go light the sage Like mile a minute mental on usain nigga mind sprinting I'm in better shape I could spit a inch and prolly hit insane 18 the hard way Triple six eight nine what would God say (God say) Keep a dick to your mind fuck what y'all think (y'all think) You was acting like a bitch out in broad day I'mma keep it simple this time 18 the hard way Triple six eight nine what would God say Keep a dick to your mind fuck what y'all think You was acting like a bitch out in broad day You was acting like a bitch out in broad day You was acting like a bitch out in broad day Out in, out in, out in broad day You was acting like a bitch out in- Saying to much and not saying enough is the same to me Told me to manifest they don't wanna live in no fantasy I kept it one from the dribble so how is you mad at me Shit ain't no movie but niggas been acting like family I hate to tell you but I never been in no love boy I'm the hills trying not to look like a mud boy Doing the most feel like it's never enough Back on the bus humble as fuck not 'cause I wanna be shit is a must Sucker for love sucker for hope seconds from ending up back on the dope Back in the trenches and going for broke Passion unlimited matching my energy Imagine them finishing Kipp at the store Can't even walk down 10-9, I'm taking the long way to the crib Shouldn't have sold my baby nine (fuck) 18 the hard way Triple six eight nine what would God say (God say) Keep a dick to your mind fuck what y'all think (y'all think) You was acting like a bitch out in broad day (broad day) 18 the hard way Triple six eight nine what would God say Keep a dick to your mind fuck what y'all think You was acting like a bitch out in broad day You was acting like a bitch out in broad day You was acting like a bitch out in broad day Out in, out in, out in broad day You was acting like a bitch out in- (bitch out in, bitch out in)
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