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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mubarak Brunnt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angelo Imani
Producer
Lyrics
Man, that shit crazy man
Nine toes more than one, one more than nine toes
Ten -- ten toes down to, to the ground
Their chest red like headwear that wolf tear
Tantrum, we pop trunk, they break dance
Okay we still cool but high stress
High school, I was sweet, I'm now less
Ain't shit sweet
I am him, I am flesh
One more than nine toes when ground press
This rap ain't short fling, I'm more blessed
Big rap, le petit, please talk less
Rapture, I pray cool, my heart clear
Mic check, then read check, I'm nice here
All joke, I'm still broke, the light bill
Bank low, wear ski mask, you die here
This mic, 16 knives to molehills
Don't play like bone sprain in both heels
Tell label blank check, I need deal
My name, you grow cold, you uh
Look, hop out the coop
End of the month, nigga you gotta move
End of the pump, either we die or you
Fifteenth of month, we the nicest of
Dudes
Socioeconomy, counting my loot
Cripple a nigga, cause water was due
That man had momma, but shit, you do too
Put God on dollar, but poison the youth
Their chest red like headwear that wolf tear
Tantrum, we pop trunk, they break dance
Okay we still cool but high stress
High school, I was sweet, I'm now less
Ain't shit sweet
I am him, I am flesh
One more than nine toes when ground press
This rap ain't short fling, I'm more blessed
Big rap, le petit, please talk less
Their chest red like headwear that wolf tear
Tantrum, we pop trunk, they break dance
Okay we still cool but high stress
High school, I was sweet, I'm now less
Ain't shit sweet
I am him, I am flesh
One more than nine toes when ground press
This rap ain't short fling, I'm more blessed
Big rap, le petit, please talk less
Writer(s): Mubarak Brunnt
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