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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Lyrics
Nelson Ballard
Composer
Nico Baran
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Itsnell
Producer
Nico Baran
Producer
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Uh, Press
I know a junkie that could rob you with a needle
I've been in the trap so much, I feel like they my people (it's Nelll on the beat)
Been in the trap so long, end up feelin' like they my people
I know a junkie that could rob you with a needle
Bah, uh
I know a junkie that could rob you with a needle
Stuck with a junkie in the trap, feel like my people (my dawg)
This chocolate Audemar will never make us equal (never)
They know my Glizzy got attachments, Puerto Rico (yeah)
Hit us with the RICO
My crodie out of town, might hit me for the reload ('load)
See, I'm a Crip, baby, I don't ever bleed, ho' (never)
Boy, this that plug talk, certified amigo (amigo)
I'm with the gang and I ain't fightin' like Vegeta (I'm not)
I bought three cars, I think I need a seven-seater (seven)
She pop a Perc', she turn to medical nurse (nurse)
I'm in America where medicals are worse (it's bad)
I'm in America (America)
You break a leg, you break another one
California ain't really for everyone
Chocolate not vanilla, uh
I'm a gypsy, I'm a traveler
I don't feel the love, it started wearin' off
Police give me stamina
They chasin' me, my asthma actin' up
Bitch, I get away and I don't believe in luck (I don't)
Boy, if you ask me (what?)
Before the streets I was a athlete
Certified a hitter, never once a OG gassed me (never)
We put like 50 in the drum, play with the gang (dumb)
You ain't got nothin' on your belt then you can't hang (why?)
This Audemar on my wrist a hunnid racks (hunnid)
My Mali nigga told me, "Trap and get lacag"
I know a junkie that could rob you with a needle
Stuck with a junkie in the trap, feel like my people (my dawg)
This chocolate Audemar will never make us equal (never)
They know my Glizzy got attachments, Puerto Rico (yeah)
Hit us with the RICO (yeah)
My crodie out of town, might hit me for the reload ('load)
See, I'm a Crip, baby, I don't ever bleed, ho' (never)
Boy, this that plug talk, certified amigo (amigo)
I'm with the gang and I ain't fightin' like Vegeta (I'm not)
I bought three cars, I think I need a seven-seater (seven)
She pop a Perc', she turn to medical nurse (nurse)
I'm in America where medicals are worse (it's bad)
Writer(s): Nelson Edward Iii Ballard, Quinton Gardner
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