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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zion B
Zion B
Performer
Tee Valentine
Tee Valentine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zion B
Zion B
Composer
Tee Valentine
Tee Valentine
Composer
Glove
Glove
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raf Riley
Raf Riley
Producer
RLO
RLO
Producer
Raflo
Raflo
Producer

Lyrics

Is it really real? You can prove that I'm askin', still I'm past the frill I'm dancing Fanta mills, I'm rustin', coughin' still Grew up with the snakes and fakes, I'm laughin' 'cause they're hardly trill Go past the bill, advance the mill's Enhance my craft, my part to pill I'm peelin' at 'em, prayin', pooin', and peein' at 'em If they catch me stop me that I'm bleeding out an inconvenience The reasons I'm cheesin' at 'em, so stubborn as fuck Small shit, rose up, ain't rossin' this Them boys talkin', ain't pass the fit Oh yo brodie, that drink reefin', now you be beefin' soon Bro ain't come through the back full of stuff, said he'd be back soon This one sayin' she love me but she don't know the truth This guy said he's been realest, I ain't even seen the proof Go front my bros, make a move Pull up, hup, two Later we'll be in the news I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose Said I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose Lose some sleep when I'm dead, I've got points to prove I filled my bank with riches, I could put me in a Coupe Michael put him in a Coupe for real Some of my niggas know that love is real Ain't no pickin', no we have to steal Only settlin' if we like the deal Fuck it, breakin' our back, takin' our soul I cannot cap, put it on bro Pour her a choker, she like to choke Land up more than I'ma gon' roll Roll up, smoke up, reefin', hold up, toker Over, under, docile, oh trial, portion That's it, run 'em up, mash' dig, shake 'em like tic-tac Nigga no tactic, nigga tic-toc-tac Make it a hat-track, if it's me my flow gonna be madness Gonna be madness, damage I'm a savage No lackin', on the beat I'm bangin' Already got it comin' back in soon Oh yo brodie, that drink reefin', now you be beefin' soon Bro ain't come through the back full of stuff, said he'd be back soon This one sayin' she love me but she don't know the truth This guy said he's been realest, I ain't even seen the proof Go front my bros, make a move Pull up, hup, two Later we'll be in the news I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose Said I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose Lean, lean, lean, bust, loose Lean, I'm bust, I'm loose Lean, I'm bust, I'm loose I'm lean, I'm bust, I'm loose
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