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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dee Watkins
Dee Watkins
Künstler:in
NoCap
NoCap
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Detrone Watkins
Detrone Watkins
Komponist:in
Alois Omontoya Pot
Alois Omontoya Pot
Komponist:in
Christopher Buchardt
Christopher Buchardt
Komponist:in
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Komponist:in
Levi de Jong
Levi de Jong
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
BT Grin
BT Grin
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Woodpecker
Woodpecker
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Palaze
Palaze
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Letras

Two, look
I was just a young ****, on the block like I'm homeless
Fuck a handout, I'll get it on my lonely
**** want my head, so you know I keep it on me
**** in the feds, eatin' noodles and boloni
Tell me what you need and I'm on it
I don't know who real and who phony
Young ****, I'ma go get it if I want it
You better not run up on me, that's a warnin'
I don't like fake shit, I don't condone it
Hard-body ****, you could show me my opponent
Perc it to the face, I'll see you in the mornin'
Ay, gas got a young **** snorin'
Take my chain, I'ma take your life
In the fast lane, I be speeding through the night
I was livin' wrong, had to go and get it right
Twenty bad bitches say they wanna spend the night
Tell me who real and who fake
**** made 'cause I'm stayin' out the way
I had to starve when you pussy-**** ate
We came a long way from runnin' from the jakes
I know **** plottin' on me
Ay, but fuck that ****, I'ma buss back
And you see this chain on my neck?
You better not touch that
I was in the hood with the gang like a rugrat
Had to cut a couple **** off 'cause they was leechin'
Ain't nobody give a **** shit when they was eatin'
Had to get some money, I was hungry, I was feignin'
Don't say the word, "Love", if you don't know the real meanin'
I was just a young ****, on the block like I'm homeless
Fuck a handout, I'll get it on my lonely
**** want my head, so you know I keep it on me
**** in the feds, eatin' noodles and boloni
Tell me what you need and I'm on it
I don't know who real and who phony
Young ****, I'ma go get it if I want it
You better not run up on me, that's a warnin'
I don't like fake shit, I don't condone it
Hard-body ****, you could show me my opponent
Perc it to the face, I'll see you in the mornin'
Aye, gas got a young **** snorin'
Take my chain, I'ma take your life
In the fast lane, I be speedin' through the night
You know I'ma slide, if you wrong, get you right
If you rock, I'ma motherfuckin' roll like the dice
Got a bad bitch, but I don't really know what she wants
I count old money, still blew up like nuclear bombs
I took a thousand showers, I could feel the dirt still on me
And that body do not count if your merked your homie
And I don't belong here, life shot
Rich **** still-a pull a stunt in a Ferrari
He been dissin' on the 'Gram, so we zip him
I'ma put him on the scale with these damn 40's
All my **** locked for murder or assaultin'
They see me ballin', now they tryna pepper-spray they party
We break the law, then we rinse off all the dirty Glocks
I hope I don't drown Martin
I was just a young ****, on the block like I'm homeless
Fuck a handout, I'll get it on my lonely
**** want my head, so you know I keep it on me
**** in the feds, eatin' noodles and boloni
Tell me what you need and I'm on it
I don't know who real and who phony
Young ****, I'ma go get it if I want it
You better not run up on me, that's a warnin'
I starved for that paper, I was hungry
Would they change when them devils called on me?
I'm a legend, I know they might try and clone me
The label scared for me, I'm still out here with that comb
I still get fly, ****, I ain't complainin'
If my name was Chris, I ain't tuckin' my chain in
I knew the bitch for years, still don't know what her name is
Written by: Alois Omontoya Pot, Christopher Buchardt, Detrone Watkins, Kobe Crawford, Levi de Jong
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