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AK3K X BLCKBRD – WITHOUT A TRACE (PROD. YUNG VXNOM)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ak3k
Ak3k
Künstler:in
Blckbrd
Blckbrd
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dominic Gregory
Dominic Gregory
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yung Venxm
Yung Venxm
Produzent:in
33Marrow
33Marrow
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
tuMaggz
tuMaggz
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

My mind So gone My hate So strong Don't wait Too long Cause all the bullshit don't phase me My mind So gone My hate So strong Don't wait Too long Cause all the bullshit don't phase me Wavy baby don't hate me Demon boy you can't save me I won't let no one change me Break me outta my chains please Gun is cocked with no safety Everybody so fake g On some bullshit here lately Get the fuck out my face please Fucked up so pour up a cup No love for a bitch Who snaked in the cult I take my pain With no grains of salt Erase my brain It's always at fault When i go bang I don't give no fucks The fuck did i say You testing your luck I hate myself not trusting no one And i safely say i fuck with no one Got a problem come and meet me in the pit I heard the sneaky shit that's coming out Your mothafucking lips (no way) Fuck it imma go and crash the whip I really had to level up To come and beat the bullshit (olay) They would never count on me to win But you can bet they come around when i be whipping in the Benz (okay) Fuck it, i'll be on my own again (okay) All these people leaving in the end cause My mind So gone My hate So strong Don't wait Too long Cause all the bullshit don't phase me My mind So gone My hate So strong Don't wait Too long Cause all the bullshit don't phase me I used to get pissed when a rapper would mimic me But it's more ironic than not to try dissing with mimicry Cus if you copy what I do it don't flatter or interest me But jus don't act like that shit mean you a genius or winnin please Muhfuckas slug it out I'm too lazy to intervene Done writing diss tracks on a layman, that isn't me Give a fuck about a number if your brothers ain't believe Single punch, eat it up, Saitama when imma swing See us duckin in the coupe, Rugers hung up on the roof Percent proof up in my drink is high enough to convict me Smokin more green than Woodstock in the sixties Pull up on a op, cocked glock, did you miss me? This a game survival guide for the likes of you Bigbys Big britch bitches uppity like Mordecai and Rigby Don't befriend bridge burners, don't defend shit swirlers They gon always be the first to jip you like jits jipped me Fuck
Writer(s): Dominic Gregory, Kian Moody Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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