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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Songwriter
Cristian Dejesus Tejada
Cristian Dejesus Tejada
Songwriter
Daniela Voznesensky
Daniela Voznesensky
Songwriter
Jhonny Leandro
Jhonny Leandro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Saint Cardona
Saint Cardona
Producer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Lala the DJ
Lala the DJ
Producer
Non Native
Non Native
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah If everybody demons, I'ma call this hell How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself? I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well Yeah, I brought that pain with me I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong bitch layin' with me Different walks of life, but niggas is from the same city I take him out the game for good, that nigga keep on playin' with me I been through all type of shit Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of bitch Goin' live, Shaderoom, I lost likes and shit I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this And everybody actin' funny Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money And when I tell 'em niggas "No," they say I'm actin' funny Like I don't know the real truth Like I don't know the shit that I survived would've killed you I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes We got the same 24 hours, nigga Why what's mine gotta be ours, nigga? Talkin' 'bout niggas need help, nigga, I was "niggas" But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, nigga I see you hatin', nigga, just admit it How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed? How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'? And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain't gettin'? Even my family couldn't stand me I feel like only Instagram understand me They kill me in they raps, but I don't believe the cap 'Cause every time I'm out, I'm never hidin' where I'm at And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back But every time I see 'em, niggas always give me dap Can I live? All that stupid shit I did I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge And they sayin' they need more, that's some disrespectful shit Like bitch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and shit? I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib? I'm tryna be a good nigga, why you wanna spazz out and glitch? Actin' like it's nothin', I don't just pass out this gift Damn, this what I waited for? Huh To get money and get hated more? Everybody I thought loved me is wagin' war If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor If I knew this what it was, I'd have been sayin' more If I thought it was a game, I would've been playin' more I'm really hot 'cause I grew up without the fan on I'm really 'bout to pull my glock out on the landlord I'm really like that, tell my mama we ain't stayin' poor I feel like the G.O.A.T. every single time I cut that Lamb' on Urn be on my dresser since he was present on my standoffs My granny house a mil', she ain't even know I could rap my ass off You shittin' me? I was super broke, I took that cast off Started sellin' work, you hit this shit, you probably blast off Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off Knowin' she won't pay me, but I'm knowin' I'm a rap star Switchy on they block got niggas runnin' like they track stars You spin too many times, we drill your whip up like it's Nascar Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin' tryna crash and he can't wait to go on this crash course Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin' tryna crash and he can't wait to go on this crash course Huh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, nigga Viral Moral of the story, though I got no sympathy for you bitch-ass nigga Yeah Oh, yeah, when you, you niggas pick a side too, nigga Ha, you bitch-ass niggas And when you pick a side, stay there, nigga You know what time I'm on, you know my side, nigga
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Jhonny Leandro Sandoval Cardona, Daniela Voznesensky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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