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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Hernley
Stephen Hernley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazzy Bubbles
Jazzy Bubbles
Producer
Nate Fox
Nate Fox
Producer
Nada
Nada
Producer
Dan Gensel
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
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