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Healthy (feat. AHYES)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neal Pogue II
Neal Pogue II
Songwriter
Kernell Hunt
Kernell Hunt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Oliver Blue
Oliver Blue
Mixing Engineer
Angelo Ferraro
Angelo Ferraro
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh All of my niggas are healthy Please do not ask for a selfie Workin this shit to be wealthy Fuckin yo bitch in da- No you not Need to pick up some game or some stocks Money, guns in your vids that some props Bitches who hold it down get some props Baby that's hella healthy don't you stop Speakin of health, why you on that block Knowin them cops ready get you lock Soon as they get you now you in a knot Knowing the system gon throw the clock Cant support your baby boy in the box Born with no daddy nigga thats the plot Healthy environments turn to rot Baby boy now he smashin pad locks Licky lick Pulled up to the shop with a sticky stick Now the blicky hit Ba ba ba ba ba Thank god that the nigga missed But the nigga created another blip In the matrix Butterfly effect all over this shit Consequences got you all in a fritz Lil man should of went legit Lil man only just a jit Drama trauma for another kid Only cuz health didn't exist Nigga ya mentals apart of it Nigga its best not to part with it Not thinkin through be the cause of it Niggas is fresh as yo starter kit Very next one is your on a script All of my niggas are healthy Please do not ask for a selfie Workin this shit to be wealthy Fuckin yo bitch in da- No you not Need to pick up some game or some stocks Money, guns in your vids that some props Bitches who hold it down get some props Baby that's hella healthy don't you stop All of my niggas are healthy Please do not ask for a selfie Workin this shit to be wealthy Fuckin yo bitch in da- No you not Need to pick up some game or some stocks Money, guns in your vids that some props Bitches who hold it down get some props Baby that's hella healthy don't you stop I admit I don't look like the athlete of today supposed to look My belly is just a lil big My hiny's just a lil big But brother I am bad and they know I'm bad It's amazin how deep the trauma run I was just a jit runnin through Mama Son's Then I was off the porch hangin with the homies Having a good time before my mama come Couple more years then the drama come You know the hood will age a nigga quick as shit They told me play ball cuz I was big as shit Whole time, I was on some different shit They only see my value When Im- Nah young nigga you can raise a stock And the judge give you 25 you cant get a quarter back nigga You can play the block Boy you built like a pullin guard And when I pull it, guard Nigga who gon take the shot See the game designed to shake the mind Truth is them contusions take alot In the midst of confusion gotta keep my mind clear Cuz these crackers formulate these ideas To put you in a system just to serve their interest You know how they conquer and divide here Too many black mamas gotta cry tears Cuz their black sons gotta die here Leaving their black daughters all alone in this world Tryna figure out how to survive here So how we measure health Nah for real I'm in desperate need of answers Cuz my homie was a vegan, workout every evening, eating healthy Still got diagnosed with cancer While I'm on my second plate of processed food I'm ashamed to say the least So is it gonna be a gym membership or a hospital tab shit We still gon pay the fee To be healthy
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