Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Feddi
Performer
DJ Plugg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Robbins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenneth Smith
Producer
Lyrics
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Come from a place where all
The women's a— fake
It's like we live in adams garden
How my doggie just turned snake
He ate the fruit
They might get mad at me
For what's said in this booth I tell the truth
Before you mad at me
Go be mad at yourself and what you do
Remember hitting detour on Saturday
Heard that yeet-yeet better duck
Get out the way it's gone be casualties
And can't forget bout Thursday night
That figure eight meet me on Cambleton
Cambleton Cambleton road
Head back to the ville
Hit 30 deep to get my clothes
Use to see a opp we spot em
Now he out of here
Had so many soldiers
Got the rich kids out here
Tryna be my partner them
I really hate that sh— for thug
I pray he bounce back
And I'm proud as hell at Baby
Use to play games sitting on Lucille
But we don't announce that
MDC we back in the club blowing racks (ooohhyyeeah)
Shout out gooch and long love Rudy forever
Shout out parlay doing his thang
And keeping Bankhead together
I reside on the Westside
You know this sh— here forever
Ralo just came home
He getting his sh— back together
Just showed me blueprints of his storefront
Swear I salute looked in his eyes
And said you on one
He said the truth is he be damn
If he don't own some
Cause coming up see
I black family's ain't own nun
Go place to place
Just tryna find us somewhere safe
Design our mind before we buy it
Go and sign for section eight
Then telling me I can't be violent
When it's killing everyday
Westside
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
Live and die the A
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