Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maudo Francesco Massaro
Songwriter
Aidan Raymond Comparelli
Songwriter
Lyrics
I slept like a log woke up like a sloth
So cold ain't no cloth that can warm up this frost
need to get hot
So dribble n cross you cripple your ops
So jump in the mosh for Bryant his loss
Wish he wasnt gone so sing it along
For all of the fallen for all of our wrongs
I'm On my knees crawling like praying alla
I was born by the rom the city I love
Then Torn it apart cuz the government cons
Got to the shop me and my paps
Running dem chops we got gold we got rocks
Don't stop
Don't stop if u stuntin' or running dem chops
Don't stop if u running from ops
Don't stop
Party so loud someone calling the cops
She just got naked but I wanna talk
Don't stop
She got no patience she just wanna rock
Sends me the text ya the pin just got dropped
Don't stop
So simple that it Cripples wanna mingle
Waves ripple just a little
Shhhhh dont tell them my secrets
Shhhhh ur words show your weakness
Doctor said music my treatment
It's so convenient I was never equal
To me its Achieveable
Cuz I was so teachable
Piano so reachable
Music so releasable
Lawyers name justin he believable
Bright Future looking foreseeable
Call urself an artist u seasonal
Why is religion not peaceable
Brainwashed actions unspeakable
That ain't yours cuz u leased the boat
And ur girl she wont let me go
Started from the bottom cuz I make it in the basement but they still paying
Hear what I'm making?
See what I'm saying
Wasnt from praying
Wasnt from spraying Wasnt from hating
Love that I'm raising Money I'm taking
Ur girl was faking out ya I'm steaking
Sick of the racists their hate is basic
Let's just erase them im the new generation
Fuck all this hatred forsaken pain i feel naked deranged
Don't stop
Comps keep taxin and we ain't relaxin and I know when they switch up sides
I've been at the drop I've been sitting at the spot she been begging for a piece of this life yeah
I know they bite when we get to release cause they wanna just copy our style
U fake like the gold in your teeth don't speak much let the words come out my beats
Made my first rack off a ep with leeks
Walked in the store spent a rack on some jeans
Up in the club getting everything for free
Took her out once then she turned to a freak
Romeo and me don't stop
I don't want sex just top
I can go to any hood
Don't stop
Writer(s): Maudo Massaro
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