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10ement
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stak A Laka
Stak A Laka
Songwriter
Dajon Green
Dajon Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico G
Rico G
Producer
Anthony Hernandez
Anthony Hernandez
Engineer
The Grill Studios (Oakland CA)
The Grill Studios (Oakland CA)
Mixing Engineer
Olivia Oliphant
Olivia Oliphant
Creative Director

Lyrics

Sleeping ten to the tenement, if they fit then get em in Self-deprecation washed down with some sedatives We superlative there ain't no synonyms ALL7Z in the sky in stars, not pentagrams We were block stars joogin like ten a gram Cutting nicks of the brick like the Grinch with the Christmas ham SIttin in the greenhouse blowin woods, this like number ten In the basement of the Greens' house, right off wood and tenth Hit Ric like, "Come on Coach, gotta get me off the bench" He threw me this heat so yo I'm swingin for the fence We make hits, y'all just tense up and flinch Campaign in the Midwest, still fuck Trump and Pence Fly into MCI with enough weed to make back what I spent Plus smoke something, triple up and pay my rent You ain't took one vacation out the state I only took like one vacation without some weight Game's getting hotter than the Fourth and I need a plate If you staying on the porch, get up off the gate Since elementary school I could feel the hate How you get mad at a little kid for being late? Same people mad at Big Stak now for being paid But I gotta get this money no matter what they gotta say Some call it destiny, some call it fate The energy you put out just comes back another day Sleeping ten to the tenement, if they fit then get em in Self-deprecation washed down with some sedatives We superlative there ain't no synonyms ALL7Z in the sky in stars, not pentagrams They squares like Tiananmen, we get it out the sediment I'm on more drugs than a veteran, you pseudo like ephedrine Think they better than, arrest me for my medicine? I'd be in the cell next to him if not for self-betterment And LSD dropped on breath mints that's peppermint Can't vent so I write to express my sentiments As society self-destructs from the impotence of government There ain't no penitence Moral compass suffers from militant negligence Cash stashed away with her negligeé and intimates Got weight, grapes by the crate like a vinter's bliss Gotta win it if you in this shit Start it then finish it I bounce out of state then I replenish quick My neighbor my plug, I replenish big Get my order right then I'm finna tip If it's really funk something finna drip If you ain't got the light you ain't really lit I ain't ever trying to fight I got too many clips If you really got em then send em then Want your lil patna to get shot? Then send him in Read the testaments, killing ain't a sin Loyal dog like Fido with a scent of gin Got the elements--soil, fire, water, wind Bad weather always tell you who your real friends Bank teller tryna tell if I'm really him Maybe it'd help if you tell me what you trying to spend They don't want none of this Prolly can't even pay for a blunt of this Got three types of Runtz in this Four types of wax, Hashed Out still running this
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