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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wonder Gang
Performer
TK Savage
Performer
Keith Wonder
Performer
Takunda Masando
Performer
Bongani Masando
Performer
Cedric Tuck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Takunda Masando
Songwriter
Bongani Masando
Songwriter
Cedric Tuck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TK Savage
Producer
Lyrics
Wassup with it?
It's your boy Big Tuck Freight Train Tuck
Wonderland is now in session
I'm the dean of this
I had a lot of demons, I had to leave 'em out
Had to show 'em what I got, so now they believe me now
Niggas be trying to fight my luck they believe in doubt
Niggas be trying to cut the corners, we see the route
In the south where real niggas gonna come through
Pay your debts so that we won't have to come through
In the south where real niggas gonna come through
Pay your debts so that we won't have to run through
Howdy? I'm a cowboy gun by my holster
Shake 'em up like Altoids, mix that with the coca, 'cause
Every time we roll up, we just cause an avalanche
Wanna tell the government to pay me by request
Even with diplomas, they say nothing's making sense
I can't catch corona, have 'em call up UNICEF
Ain't no cutting corners where I'm from, we do it impossibly
Heard them speaking anonymously, ain't no read my rights to me
Had to pray up for my rivalry to the angels watching me
Tryna publicize our privacy to pull a robbery
Had to hire another lawyer just to check my lawyer
You got treasure piece anxiety and paranoia
Going, whoa-who-whoa-whoa
Check out the murder cases in the south
Rather go Big Tuck in the house
Rather be levitating from the ground
I just been medicated
Now, my left brain getting numbed out by the sound
We're done been traumatized by the climate change
Where they come click-clack, bow!
I had a lot of demons, I had to leave 'em out
(Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!)
Had to show 'em what I got
So now, they believe me now
Niggas be trying to fight my luck
They believe in doubt
Niggas be trying to cut the corners
We see the route (niggas out sittin' real)
In the south where real niggas gonna come through
Pay your debts so that we won't have to come through
In the south where real niggas gonna come through
Pay your debts so that we won't have to run through
You know what I'm on, it's always a set
Deep in the south, never forget
I'm never concerned about haters or debt
Running your mouth or run up a check
I'm eatin' like Zeke, ball like Dak
Up in the penthouse, across from the stack
Hungry for cheese but never a rat
And this ain't no Lids, 'cause this ain't no cap
Most of the time, I'm just trying to chill
Polar bear Tuck, I'm here for the meal
Handling mine's and closing the deal
People they love me from here to Negril
I'm out in Tulum (I'm out in Tulum)
Have 'em to send me some squid to the room
I don't do beef, maybe Kobe
Keep all your subs, fuck what you say
You ain't a threat this ain't a diss
Hollow tips that don't miss
This is a beam, I do not MAC
I got no trouble with taking it back
Back to the X, back to the pine
Back to the city that you know is mine
Back to the slums, back to the trap
Back to the weight of the bricks in the wrap
Back to the keys, back to the block
Back to the nickels and dime in the socks
I made it out, showed you a way
That's why you mention me every day
I don't know what else you want me to say
I get to the money and be on my way
Stop in the hood and find me a bae
Jump on a plane and I'm off to LA
You take 45 off MLK and you in South
Go up 75 on Main Street, Deep Ellum
(And it's all in the Game)
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