Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Knight
Jordan Knight
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JTK
JTK
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Baruch Nembhard
Baruch Nembhard
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Steven Carless
Steven Carless
Executive Producer

Lyrics

JTK You broke that bond, now when it come to you, my feelings weak You let your selfish ways come in between our chemistry Why you play with my heart and not show love consistently? I put my life on the line, you wouldn't take that risk for me Fucked up my trust, wish I could delete all our memories Keep poppin' these pills, I hope it take away my misery I got a dead soul, I been facing blunts of my enemies Emotions bottled up, I don't know what's wrong and it's killing me I cut so many off, my heart cold, it's December, B My mind keep racing, I been overthinking, I don't get no sleep You don't understand how hard it was, I swear this shit so deep I made it to the top and they all looked up in disbelief They hate that I'm doin' better, they'd much rather get rid of me I flex with no regrets 'cause they ain't show me no sympathy I came a long way but I ain't as far as I'm finna be I promise I'ma die a legend, I'ma make sure that you remember me I used to daydream, I pictured everything so vividly I had a feeling we'd be rich since the elementary My peoples gone, got to witness everything they ain't get to see Long live Maxine, I miss your love, wish you was here with me You was a part of me, and since you left, I'm incomplete My lifestyle used to be jump shots and sticking D Life overwhelmed me, I said fuck school and hit the streets I devoted my life to that corner just so I can get a G Fuck a two-four, nigga, I ain't been home and it's been a week We used to break down eight-balls, wishing we could get a key Was tryna duck that indictment, the feds did a sweep I hope you grippin' on your gun when them drillers creep Lil' nigga grabbed his first glizzy, went on a killing spree Caught him at that red light snoozin', he thought this shit was sweet If he come from that other side, we make him rest in peace I'm way too solid for the gimmicks, fuck the industry
Writer(s): Jordan T. Knight, Taurus Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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