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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine McColister
Antoine McColister
Songwriter
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Recording Engineer
Joe Zarrillo
Joe Zarrillo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa, Lord forgive 'em, for they know not what they do As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death See no pussy, ugh So I guess we finally meet again Should I kill 'em? Well, that all depends Due to success, I started losin' friends Nigga sleepin', only reason he don't follow trends Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear to witness (yeah) And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin' They did me dirty, I may forgive 'em but won't forget it (yeah) And not to mention, they wasn't worthy of what I'm spittin' (yeah) It's God's will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it (woo) I'm so addicted to gettin' it, I need intervention (woo) The hottest spittin', yo' favorite rapper scared to admit it (yeah) Uh, have mercy, let me bow my head (yeah) I count a million up, that's daily bread (yeah) Ain't no more humble in me, shit is dead (nah) Tell 'em pussy niggas I ain't never scared (nigga) Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win (yeah) Say you comin' for me? Pussy nigga, when? (When, nigga?) I been coldhearted since I lost a twin (yeah) I swear I love it when they hate, I made a hit again (woo) I did this before my niggas, then (woo) Use yo' bitch whenever like a membership, hah Never bothered over Twitter beef (nah) We'll prolly never meet up where the money be (yeah) Me and Kiko on the wood, yeah, the money seats Five grand just to see him hit a three (woo) Balenciagas on a nigga feet Death to the competition, may they rest in peace I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too 'Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we'll die over these canned foods Have mercy on a real nigga, 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord (yeah) Have mercy on a real nigga (yeah), 'cause I'ma ride for my niggas, dawg (brrt-brrt) Uh, wh-what the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) Load the choppas, bring 'em problems that they talkin' 'bout (bah) Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon' ride or die (woo) No homicide, it's suicide before I testify That's on my daughter, I'm runnin' Florida, no kinda, sorta And I hear 'em talkin', that money callin', them out of order Yeah, nigga, fuck all that talkin', be 'bout it, then 'Lotta small talk, there they go runnin' their mouth again Bold nigga, 'til they meet them gorillas Fuck a cavity, my niggas ain't got no fillings Money is the motive, family is the reason (yeah) On my mama, ain't nobody ever came between it And they never will (nah), streets got me grippin' steel (yeah) These scared niggas need to go to church or either Dr. Phil (woo) I tell 'em, "Look me in my eyes, we are not the same" (yeah, yeah) Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins (huh) (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo) have mercy on 'em Bow ya head I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too 'Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we'll die over these canned foods Have mercy on a real nigga, 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord (yeah) Have mercy on a real nigga (yeah), 'cause I'ma ride for my niggas, dawg Pussy niggas still hatin' hard Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard Bitch, I just went and blew another check 'Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept (woo) Jumpin' up out that whip, I let my chain swing (woo) Blood up on my sneakers like I gang-bang (woo) Every day's a struggle tryna maintain (ah) And free my real niggas in the chain gang I hear them broke niggas still talkin' (yeah) Watch your words, do be very cautious (yeah) You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin Ain't no talkin', tell 'em, "Shock it once it go to sparkin'" Self-made Rollie and a pair of J's Hood nigga livin' like I'm Bruce Wayne New Ferrari kickin' like it's Liu Kang Real nigga, ain't it true? 2 Chainz I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too 'Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we'll die over these canned foods Have mercy on a real nigga (mercy nigga), 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord (oh Lord) Have mercy on a real nigga (have mercy on me), 'cause I'ma ride for my niggas, dawg (Brrt-brrt) uh, I'ma ride for my niggas You better ride for your niggas, uh Trials & Tribulations
Writer(s): Antoine Mccolister, Carl E. Mccormick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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