Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millyz
Millyz
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonthan King
Jonthan King
Composer
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S.A.P.
S.A.P.
Producer
Brendan Brady
Brendan Brady
Mixing Engineer
John Scott
John Scott
Mixing Engineer
Josh Schuback
Josh Schuback
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Since they mournin clip your wings don't wanna see you fly They wanna take your drive from you like a DUI But we live like sky's the limit till we meet the sky I pray dem angels will protect me if dem demons slide California dreaming and its being beats Pistol under the pillow for the B and Es You know we move them supplements like GNC Model bitch gimme brain like she got 3 degrees Chain cold this shit like 3 degrees Told my youngins if they clip and slide you don't need degrees And my gang know I got em till eternity School of hard knocks only killers in my fraternity Can't understand how y'all be out here with no urgency I got a good heart but life put out the worst for me Underdog said I wouldn't make it took it personally Time to move forward ain't no cursin me, Blanco I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Pour a lil bark out or some dark out No longer running with the narcs out Feeling lost like the handler Lost a lot of homies asking God what he plan for us I know tonight could be the last one Two of em in the whip it's a fast one Gotta know where to go when the cash come Gotta know how to act when the flash come Now that's a picture or gunshot I ain't got to picture a gunshot That is really unfortunate but I know the streets figured how to be a boss in it I'm feeling lost but they said I made it They say I'm shining but I'm feeling jaded They say I'm lit but I'm feeling faded So now I meditate on the shit to say I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Writer(s): Jonathan King, Jamal Moore, Myles Hadley Lockwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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