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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RATKING
RATKING
Performer
Eric Adiele
Eric Adiele
Performer
Hakeem Lewis
Hakeem Lewis
Performer
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Adiele
Eric Adiele
Composer
Hakeem Lewis
Hakeem Lewis
Songwriter
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Adiele
Eric Adiele
Producer
Brad Hurst
Brad Hurst
Mixing Engineer
Max Eisenberg
Max Eisenberg
Mixing Engineer
Robert Mack
Robert Mack
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Engineer
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I got a fucking story to tell right here They let the fire hydrants off to cool the block down When we walk 'round When the cops 'round When our music plays When it's hot out I do and say what I wanna do, I feel like Hak now Dropped out but still his thoughts popped out Manifested ill could his pops talk now No disrespect to Pascal it's only natural Hak's a cash cow Hak is assed out Either way I got his back, proud to say that loud Let me say that now So it happened Warm windy evening in Manhattan Vulnerable vat of vets Gathered started yapping Frantically asking But how we was the captains When we fight headlines follow We'll need to start scrappin' Gents ride your role no stage to start actin' All of a sudden you wanna pick up Practice your passions Toss your transactions Tweak up your tracking There's really no tail ending the tail of a Ratking Besides wouldn't wanna disturb a nest of rodents basking Blackout same sense that sent the city racking Scurrying swift dodge in the dark dashing Flurry of hits in the lights strappin' Not my news you was glued sprawled mackin' Coolin' the shade caught up countin' your cashings Affixed my your rings sufficed my your stackings Should've been concerned with cut of your crafting Angles, degrees, folds, crease of your wrappings Always had a crooked swipe, I was the student slacking Said I didn't read enough books to bulge my backpacking Guess I dropped out, hung a hat-trick without hacking Wasn't fitted a cap 'n' gown but left the island laughing Vibing, pulsing to my feet click-clacking Crumbling cobblestones over tar just tapping I Lenox launch these lullabies to full your lacking Don't wear your honor like armor That shit'll weigh you down Don't let what life taught you taunt you Embrace it now Wheter it's drawing, recording, whatever makes you proud Let's not play around, amazing how you made it out Amazing how you made it out Let's not play around, amazing how you made it out Amazing how you made it out Let's not play around, amazing how you made it out
Writer(s): Patrick Garland Morales, Eric Christopher Adiele, Hakeem Toure Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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