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Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Vocals
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Jalacy Hawkins
Jalacy Hawkins
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Beat Bully
The Beat Bully
Producer
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Joe Zarrillo
Joe Zarrillo
Assistant Engineer
Fabian Marascuillo
Fabian Marascuillo
Mixing Engineer
Boss The Bulldog
Boss The Bulldog
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nas The PItbull
Nas The PItbull
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bryan "Baby Birdman" Williams
Bryan "Baby Birdman" Williams
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Executive Producer
Dwayne "The President" Carter
Dwayne "The President" Carter
Executive Producer
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Executive Producer

Texty

Ayo Khaled
Yo', y'all know that y'all done fucked up now
DJ Khaled
I've been waiting for a long time (How long)
Real damn long time (How long)
I've been waiting for a long time (How you feel)
Man
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating **** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac (Biggie) Pac (Biggie)
Sucka walk up on me (Yeah), Talking like he know me (Come on)
Ain't no co-defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south ****, talking jam pony
Rest in peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a **** but he's such a major ****
Give Chelsea Clinton the .40 when C.I.A. with us
305 The realest, Ricky Ross the richest
Belaire on my table, I talk it then I live it
I feel like Pac, I feel like (Biggie)
I'm feeling like these hating **** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac (Biggie) Pac (Biggie)
All of you starve and I eat fast
Mulsanne when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We killing ****, no repass, my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' 'bout how you ball, **** we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old G said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said "Do school work"
I was making that tool work
And **** wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man
Head shot when we clapped ya
We sendin **** to the motherland, and I ain't talkin' bout Africa
I feel like Pac, I feel like (Biggie)
I'm feeling like these hating **** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac (Biggie) Pac (Biggie)
Feel like it's me against the world
Bury me A.G
My middle finger to the world
I'm gon' forever be a G
Pussy **** want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis
We pour out a lil' liquor throw it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
Give a damn if it mean life or death, what's beef
When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby, but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater, now we going back to Cali
Hit the time ****, I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more pain, we go hard as shit
Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch
It's an every day struggle ****, me and my bitch
It's unbelievable, suicide thoughts you would get
Said fuck me, warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot, sorry ****, one more chance
You know this shit don't stop
Keep these sucker under pressure
Hollerin' "Only God can judge me shawty" I ain't mad at ya
Got my mind made up
Yo' ****, can't see me
A paid thug, ****
That's why Shorty wanna be me
See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know
I feel like Pac, I feel like (Biggie)
I'm feeling like these hating **** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac (Biggie) Pac (Biggie)
Hey yo', how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great, man?
Ain't no more to it
Written by: A Tucker, Anthony Delvon Tucker, C. Harris, Chris Martin, Christopher Wallace, DJ Khaled, Kasseem Dean, R. Williams, William Roberts

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