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Tracy Lamont

Pre-Cleared
In addition to producing his own music, Lamont has expanded his repertoire to the national music scene, showcasing his talents at venues across the country. With an impressive collection of mixtapes, EPs, collaborations, and singles to his credit, Lamont shows no signs of slowing down.
Underscoring his multifaceted talents, Lamont is equipped to produce records, craft and record captivating hooks, deliver powerful verses, and optionally, function as an executive producer. His ability to nurture an album's development. ensuring it's heading in the right direction reflects his comprehensive understanding of the music industry. Tracy Lamont undeniably stands as a formidable force in today's musical landscape.
ISRC
QZNMT2394372
Custom Track ID
rGxL9Tgifey2
Composers
Tracy Lamont Morris Jr (BMI) 10.00% Kevin Cushingberry (ASCAP) 90.00%
Original Publishers
Tracy Lamont Morris Jr (BMI) 100.00%
Master Owners
Tracy Lamont Morris Jr 100.00%
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Composer
Tracy Lamont Morris Jr
Lyrics
I done did a tape in 6 hours
God is great
He gave me the power
I’m wit Cush this the higher hour
Get a bullet to yo head
Call high tower
You might need a nap
Smokin my sour
Sliding thru the Chi
While I rap over fly beats
I be outside I do not need a Posse
Still I found my tribe catching vibes in the Triple D
I be wit the nine never trippin if they trip on me
Imma throw them hands for I reach for a gun to squeeze
This shit a breeze
Got the game on its knees
Ain’t trippin off no ladies
Plenty fish in the sea
So you can have her a**
If she steppin out on me
I ain’t steppin out for free
They gotta run me my fee
Know I keep it a 1000
I learned the game from a G
Catch me wit my Gunna
Know that I ain’t pushin p
Wait I don’t have a gunner
My only shooter is me
I know that that’s a lie
I’m waiting for you to see
This is S too easy
Never been greasy
Can’t give up on the game
The game need me
Weight lift building my frame
Ya dame sleazy
I ain’t got a dime to my name
But she need me
I ain’t make the rules to the game
My lane speedy
But I’m still doing my thang
I’m Lane Keefy
I pop shit, win games, Smoke reefy
I gave my soul to God
And pissed the devil off
I’m weary of the Pope
And all synagogues
If you ever feel low
I’m the friend to call
If you ain’t gone finish the task
Then don’t begin at all



