Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Green
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Producer
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Don't let the smoke out the whip Woah
I wanna be close to the spirits
Spit fore I choke lightning bolts I can feel it (Free)
All my partners sell dope hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Truth be told I'm terrified hope my partner don't know
Twelve been cracking on everybody I hope my partner don't go (Go)
Twelve be pushing in everybody hope my mama don't know
P-Put my Glock in my lil bro name
Put my heart in my hood domain
Quit my talking and stood shit on game
All my pockets on full like Baby
All my rockets on full McGrady
There's a slim chance I slip like Shady
Slit my wrist fore I switch on gang
Split my shit with the clique if they break
I think about money everyday
Let my energy marinate
Put my brothers on every way
Particles floating through air waves
Parties end up getting aired daily
Part of me living in terror daily
Money gon take my fear away
Don't let the smoke out the whip (Woah)
I wanna be close to the spirits
Spit fore I choke lightning bolts I can feel it (Free)
All my partners sell dope hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Truth be told I'm terrified hope my partner don't know
Twelve been cracking on everybody I hope my partner don't go (Go)
Twelve be pushing in everybody hope my mama don't know
Mix that rock with that hood like Caine
Masked up my nigga look like Kane
Trust my vision I put in my brain
Trust my vision now I'm looking like Raven
Burn my hoodie tryna leave that flame
Burn that hoodie when I leave that stain
Move my money in a new location
None of these niggas can trace cause
Ain't no GPS for loosing my shit
Heater with me when I move through the 6
EDM BPM don't move this quick
Jays on the median needing a fix
Found out my brother been feeding him grits
Found out my other one sleeping with bricks
Lil' shorty thought I was sleeping on thick
Women the way we sleep with them sticks
I think about money everyday
Let my energy marinate
Put my brothers on every way
Particles floating through air waves
Parties end up getting aired daily
Part of me living in terror daily
Money gon take my fear away
Don't let the smoke out the whip (Woah)
I wanna be close to the spirits
Spit fore I choke lightning bolts I can feel it (Free)
All my partners sell dope hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Hope my mama don't know (Yeah)
Truth be told I'm terrified hope my partner don't know
Twelve been cracking on everybody I hope my partner don't go (Go)
Twelve be pushing in everybody hope my mama don't know
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Edwin Green
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