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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Songwriter
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaves
Swaves
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MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
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Lyrics

Taste test the dope, tell me what it taste like Ain't had no sleep been grinding for the last eight nights They on the bandwagon but we finna take flight I see the haters cameras right below my brake lights I was born for the camera action stage lights Y'all niggas rookies, niggas can't get over stage fright Keep my grass low to avoid them snake bites Kill my competition, send em to they grave site I got my main chick but I got like eight types Cute, sophisticated, hood enoughp to play dice I was hard headed, made the same mistake twice Politic with hustlers right before I pay price Got a new connect, we celebrate by blazing up the fire Now I got a leading role in season seven of The Wire I was tryna build my clientele when I was just a minor Open 24-7, I call it a diner These niggas set the bar low, I'm holding it higher It's a free world, you can get all you desire The latest whips, newest kicks and all the designer I paint a picture so vivid to only inspire Taste test the dope, tell me what it taste like Ain't had no sleep been grinding for the last eight nights They on the bandwagon but we finna take flight I see the haters cameras right below my brake lights Taste test the dope, tell me what it taste like Ain't had no sleep been grinding for the last eight nights They on the bandwagon but we finna take flight I see the haters cameras right below my brake lights You need a membership to roll over here, my dear Flyer than them other boys, you know I steer that leer Niggas scared to take risks, heart filled with fear Them obstacles that I face, bitch, I'm still in here All that fake love, just save it, nigga, real is real For anyone that I love, I will kill it, will Love the game, love the hustle, trust I feel the thrill I might break a little sweat, but it's still a drill I save all my highlight material just for the fourth But I got no competition, I really just love the sport Used to seem like every other month I would end up in court Business is business, me and the plug had a great rapport I'm the same ole G since we was sitting on the porch No wasting time with a bitch, she can say the back and forth Like Tommy with the power, I will send it back with force I see the finish line so I gotta mash the Porsche Taste test the dope, tell me what it taste like Ain't had no sleep been grinding for the last eight nights They on the bandwagon but we finna take flight I see the haters cameras right below my brake lights Taste test the dope, tell me what it taste like Ain't had no sleep been grinding for the last eight nights They on the bandwagon but we finna take flight I see the haters cameras right below my brake lights
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