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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Mader
Aaron Mader
Percussion
Melissa Jefferson
Melissa Jefferson
Vocals
Ryan Olson
Ryan Olson
Organ
James Buckley
James Buckley
Bass
Cliff Rhymes
Cliff Rhymes
Background Vocals
Erica Burton
Erica Burton
Viola
Jake Hanson
Jake Hanson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Mader
Aaron Mader
Composer
Melissa Jefferson
Melissa Jefferson
Songwriter
Ryan Olson
Ryan Olson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Olson
Ryan Olson
Engineer
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer
Huntley Miller
Huntley Miller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got a lot on my chest, so here's my breast reduction I hear the sounds of gums bumping, they ain't saying nothing I'm sick and tired of being typecast like Lindsay Lohan When i'm gonna probably outlast most of these niggas flowing A cover girl with the mouth of a tommy gun Blow trees and i will blow you away when i'm on the stage I guess that's why i got them shivering they're very afraid I guess that's why my checks thin cause dem hate They steady instigatin on what they hate on I'm the rainbow bridge like a pack of 50 crayons Cause i don't got no beef with no body But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby I ain't your hook girl i'm your feature And i don't need your attention because of my features I swear to god i feel like a piece of meat every time i'm walking home or even a block from lake street Man, give me room the only rapper with a womb that will spit that 16 bars to send you rappers to the tomb Me and my crew we ain't plain around Cause ever since we landed we just been the talk of the town While i talk i remember those who paid the price I lost my pops man i wish he was alive Can't let go of the past he never heard me rap So i carry his spirit on my back in minneap Lizzo in this thing so great, to complement my shape Nicknamed hot dish complements of the state I see you hungry niggas Here you go, some steak I guess you are what you eat I guess you're lizzo's taint Apologies to my mother she thinks that i'm a saint Apologies to the rappers i dusted out the gate I see you munching on my plate Rip to any beat i meet, see ya All these hoes wanna suck my (gasp) But i don't got a (gasp) so i tell them "deal with it" All these niggas wanna ride my (gasp) but i don't got a (gasp) so i tell them "deal with it' I peter piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice Paprika, eureka, i see ya pow! pow! My mouth is a gun and the bullets that kaow! kaow! Are ammo of the knowledge that you don't know But know now Sick and tired of these hypocrites I generations to back me up Mama kirkwood and daddy jefferson had to deal with it so i'm done They raped and murdered my ancestors Hung my great uncle from a tree So when i look at that maple branch i look in the mirror and say "could be me" All of these niggas don't know where i'm from All of these hoes they just wanna have fun Acting like junkies Looking like bums Lower than scum What's lower scum What's lower than dumb? The ignorance displayed by his insolence He sprayed all the businesses And laid someones significant other and mother and brother in the streets Who said that was OK? Who said that was cool? Take a dip the city's swimming in blood pools
Writer(s): Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Aaron Matthew Mader, Ryan Olson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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