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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Shottie
Shottie
Programming
Luca Vialli
Luca Vialli
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashot Akopian
Ashot Akopian
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Luca Vialli
Luca Vialli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shottie
Shottie
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Luca Vialli
Luca Vialli
Producer

Lyrics

Huh That's probably the reason I don't even write music no more, fool I don't even know how to like, feel my vibe I be goin' through different moods - Every time I try to write some music When I be feelin' the vibe and wantin' to like, feel how I used to feel I ain't even the - I used to be no more So I be moody, goin' through different moods and s- It be different, I don't even know how to, feel like I used to fee No, I ain't that - no more So whoever you lookin' for, you ain't gon' find him Just gon' find me, uh Used to know Usually before used to blow pipes and tote dice Blow dice, I mean tote pipes and blow dice (blow dice) Whatever Whatever, whenever Uh - That bag (bag), used to f- that bag up (bag up) Foenem playin' with this s-, but they gon' smash somethin' (smash somethin') Foreigns why the call me, "Swervo", used to crash 'em Police at my mama house, they picked the Jag up Get your cash up, get your swag up You a killer, right? Why you tag us? Make your mind up, p- boy, decide somethin' Haters gon' manipulate, they tryna mind - I woke up like 8 a.m. 'cause I'm a grinder Foenem called to wake me first 'cause they with sliders (they with sliders) I can't let no - conquer us, divide us (divide us) We was born kings, can't no one define us We was in the trenches broke and - the finest ones (finest ones) Know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns (loudest guns) We can't hate, appreciate our wait around the sun We can't hate, appreciate a day around the sun (uh-huh) I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son (two of 'em) I love spendin' time with 'em, but I gotta run (uh-huh) This life s- ain't cheap, this life shit ain't sweet Made decisions gotta keep, I can't post delete The internet wan' see me stressed, pullin' up old tweets I ain't even into that sh-, can't remember that s- Whips, I used to rent them sh-, sh- and now I'm in that sh- She do too much hatin' -, can't defend that - I can't lie about my past so I made that list Be on hatin' -, I can't take that risk Uh, uh, can't erase what I did But if that glove do not fit then you must acquit (quit) I was f-' s- lit, I was just a jit (jit) I was on some sick s-, I was just a jit I can't even think I'm special, that's just how we live That's why n- 14, out here havin' kids That's why - 14, out here doin' bids I couldn't chase my dreams but knew 'bout 40 Sigs .30 Glocks, pull up, 30 shots Never thought we'd hear 'em stop (stop), but we heard 'em stop She a teen she ain't have no pops (pops), but she had a crop top Ain't have no pops (pops) but he had a drop top (top) For real
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Ashot Akopian, Luca Meloni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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