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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wonder Gang
Wonder Gang
Performer
TK Savage
TK Savage
Performer
Keith Wonder
Keith Wonder
Performer
Takunda Masando
Takunda Masando
Performer
Bongani Masando
Bongani Masando
Performer
Cedric Tuck
Cedric Tuck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Takunda Masando
Takunda Masando
Songwriter
Bongani Masando
Bongani Masando
Songwriter
Cedric Tuck
Cedric Tuck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TK Savage
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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