Top Songs By Izzy Strange
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Hernley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazzy Bubbles
Producer
Nate Fox
Producer
Nada
Producer
Dan Gensel
Engineer
Lyrics
Knock, knock
Coming from the door
It's like
Seven in the morn
I'm trying to sleep
This number cannot be reached
So I
Try to retreat
Back under the covers
Back under my slumber
School is out for the summer
Who is it I wonder?
Curiosity peak
So I
Let the door creek
As soon as he speak
Slam the door at his feet
I got no interest in him
No interest in him
A friend from back when
Friend from back then
He grew a scarface persona
Trying to take the world over
One lick at a time
A sure fire crime
To fail?
There's really no sign
I pay him no mind
Go back to my barracks
My dreams are my marriage
He got nothing to cherish
Except a grip he can't manage
In the grime
Far behind
But life will take off
In my prime
In the grind
So crime will pay off
Will you really wanna ride for me?
Will you really wanna die for free?
I need one more
To get this score
One in the house the other at the door
Jewels galore
In and out no further 1 - 3- 4
Skip 2 to be sure
So
Where his brother at?
I know he'll have my back
Always down to jack
Both be on the smack
Yeah, I called the fact
Now we on the track
To further riches
Goals are vicious
Let's get this money, bitches
Move with swiftness
Ain't no witness
Feels like Christmas
Kick doors off the hinges
It was written
This is business
Cures to sickness
Off to binges
Busting switches
Fuck that wishing
We just taking
Moves we making
Now
We split the spoils
It's up to who stays loyal
It's up to who stays loyal
So keep that mouth shut
I ain't going down alone
Is the dope man home
In the grime
Far behind
But life will take off
In my prime
In the grind
So crime will pay off
Will you really wanna ride for me
Will you really wanna die for free
Knock-na-knock-knock
Coming from the door
Knock -na-knock-knock
Seven in the morn
Ayo
Bro trying to sleep
Peace out
Like an R.I.P
4 Cops
Is all he see
What a way
To awake
Pulled out the bed
Thrown on his face
Knee to his head
Catching a case
White tee turn red
Cuffed and placed
In the back of cruiser
Hard to maneuver
Only one way out
They want him
To sing real loud
Either that
Or they finish him now
What a choice
What he gain?
Kill the noise
Won't play their game
No rat here
Won't say no names
He'll get the goods
He'll take that fall
Guess his back
Is against the wall
He got the goods
He took the fall
Guess his back
Ain't got by y'all
Cause
He knows his name
Was dropped
The cops
Got one more Stop
Before headed the pen
In the grime
Far behind
But life will take off
In my prime
In the grind
So crime will pay off
Will you really wanna ride for me
Will you really wanna die for free
Writer(s): Stephen Hernley
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