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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morray
Morray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morae Ruffin
Morae Ruffin
Songwriter
Vid Vucenovic
Vid Vucenovic
Songwriter
NIKOLA PEJOVIĆ
NIKOLA PEJOVIĆ
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ForeignGotEM
ForeignGotEM
Producer
DZIMI
DZIMI
Producer
Barry Williams
Barry Williams
Recording Engineer
Brandon Buttner
Brandon Buttner
Mixing Engineer
Moe Shalizi
Moe Shalizi
Executive Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's crazy how the money makes the lies feel like the truth And everybody phony you just do not have the proof I jot it on my pad and record it in booth I don't need a shrink, just press record and let me loose I'm tryna separate all these emotions that I'm guarded with I'm getting mixed emotions from the people that I started with Feeling like it's fake love, only for the sponsorships Scratch 'em off the dean's list, cancel all the scholarships I can't let you use me, flattery don't move me Say action, they capping, like acting in movies Fake shit, I hate it 'cause I give the true me It's sad when the grown men who act like the groupies I can feel these niggas hating, Tummy ache because they snaking Crawling on the belly, undercut for information Man these niggas super different, they gon' make me come and shake 'em Kick 'em off the court and call the 6th man to replace 'em I'ma motherfucking bully, like a killer but adjacent 'Cause I don't gotta shoot you to show you I ain't playing Got the big devil horns, love the lord, but can be Satan Leave a nigga stanking then Febreze the situation It's crazy how the money makes the lies feel like the truth And everybody phony you just do not have the proof I jot it on my pad and record it in booth I don't need a shrink, just press record and let me loose I'm tryna separate all these emotions that I'm guarded with I'm getting mixed emotions from the people that I started with Feeling like it's fake love, only for the sponsorships Scratch 'em off the dean's list, cancel all the scholarships We ain't got trust, we ain't got shit nigga, that's on the gang I would die for you but tell me would you do the same Niggas will kill for you, steal from you, keep a straight face Don't let a snake invade your circle, keep a close space And if you my dawg then why you think I can set you up You ain't really my dog, if you ain't gon' speak up Worst thing that's gon' happen is we prolly gon' knuckle up But you my nigga no matter who won the scuffle bra It's a different kinda vibe when you dealing with your real guys Only day ones, just the ones that's for life Stepping on some big necks Never capping stay light Please don't make slide niggas Shots will get your steps right It's crazy how the money makes the lies feel like the truth And everybody phony you just do not have the proof I jot it on my pad and record it in booth I don't need a shrink Just press record and let me loose I'm tryna separate all these emotions that I'm guarded with I'm getting mixed emotions from the people that I started with Feeling like it's fake love, only for the sponsorships Scratch em off the dean's list, cancel all the scholarships
Writer(s): Vid Vucenovic, Morae Ruffin, Nikola Pejovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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