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Polo G
Polo G
演唱
作曲和作词
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
词曲作者
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
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制作和工程
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
录音工程师
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
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Chopsquad DJ
Chopsquad DJ
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Joey Casias
Joey Casias
录音工程师
Kevin Celik
Kevin Celik
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Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
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歌词

He had it hard, now he just tellin' his story Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em, "Record me" Five was my nigga ever since we was shorties Livin' lawless, we don't respect no authority My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly Trapped in the field, he got blood on his cleats (uh, uh, uh) Stickin' to my .40 like a Velcro strap Don't go tweakin' with my shorties, or them shells gon' clap Swing that red beam, leave your head in your lap My nigga institutionalized in them cell doors, trapped Free all 'em real niggas locked away Still slavery, it's just modern day Married the game, now we partin' ways Do it for gang, that's the hardest phase They let it bang, yeah, them Glocks'll spray, ooh Had it hard, so my heart kinda heavy, and I'm scarred 'Cause deep feelings like machete Finally, made it, pourin' champagne on my presi' I can only give you my all if you let me, uh, uh, uh He had it hard, now he just tellin' his story Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em, "Record me" Five was my nigga ever since we was shorties Livin' lawless, we don't respect no authority My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly Trapped in the field, he got blood on his cleats And I wonder, would the love be the same If I couldn't make no more hits? I hit the stu' all the time with a dream in my eyes Tryna ball like a number one pick They don't really know 'bout the nights I cried Just to put this Cartier on my wrist I'll give up every last chain just to give my grandma one more kiss One minute you here, then you gone Lotta shit just happen so quick But as life goes on, more niggas just fade away out them pics Lookin' back on them times, I ain't have no luck on my side I used to wonder how bad it can get Tryna find my place in this world Used to wonder, was I ever gon' fit? Every day high as hell, just takin' up space on the block I ain't even have no blick Same niggas yellin', "Bro" and shit, it was jokes and shit Used to laugh when I'm like shit Like damn, I'll risk it all for the gang Still be the one niggas won't miss I was in denial runnin' from reality A lotta shit I ain't wanna admit, no He had it hard, now he just tellin' his story Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em, "Record me" Five was my nigga ever since we was shorties Livin' lawless, we don't respect no authority My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly Trapped in the field, he got blood on his cleats
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Taurus Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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