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Evan Hughes
Evan Hughes
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Evan Hughes
Evan Hughes
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Austin DeLeon
Austin DeLeon
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Yeah mother fucker this that verbal assault
They've been taking our names with a grain of the salt
We told y'all we rip bars, you ain't believe us at all
It made us bigger mother fucker and now we cannot be stopped
And nothing you could do would ever appease me
You say this shit is easy cause you're taking it easy
Free agents too elite, you beneath our feet
Communicating in the language of gods
The fuck you speaking?
That's how I'm coming down gateway boulevard
Driving fast, sipping slow and smoking out my fucking car
Going hard, passion fueled by my fucking beating heart
Hold my name in high regard, tell us who we fucking are!
Sometimes I do forget
Got some other stuff I worry about I feel like I be vexed
But I hold my chin up moving forward, struggling with every step
It doesn't matter I won't even stop to catch my breath
I wanna make it in this life I feel like always needing more
Family's always needing more
Tryna get it so we do not need no more
Once it's like that I'll be ready any day to be a corpse
Escorted by police they lead my hearse down to the ferry port
That's how I'm coming down gateway boulevard
Driving fast, sipping slow and smoking out my fucking car
Going hard, passion fueled by my fucking beating heart
Hold my name in high regard, tell us who we fucking are
Written by: Austin DeLeon, Evan Hughes
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