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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Meek Mill
Chant
Dougie on the Beat
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Douglas Whitehead
Paroles/Composition
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Bone
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Dāvis Strauss
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Anthony Cruz
Ingénierie de prise de son
James Royo
Ingénierie de mixage
Dougie on the Beat
Production
Paroles
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it
And I can't lie, I been on my mind and I ain't hear this killin'
Too many guys been switchin' sides, it's only gettin' realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)
All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more
Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em
And when it come to my mother, don't even check on
Money and violence, I'm like, "Fuck it, we wildin'"
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "Fuck it, we slidin'"
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island and clear my mind up
And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up
My homie called me 'bout some cash, it fucked my mind up
**** was bitin' down my back, it fucked my spine up
You ain't even tell me that them **** said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us
Trust gettin' lower as the money go up
Heart gettin' colder, I've been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain't trippin', we like, "So what?"
We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over
It's over
It's over (Haha)
It's over
[Chorus]
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin till he dizzy
Feelin' lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losin', **** was switchin' sides
They tried to win and we winnin', yeah
[Verse 2]
Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over
So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches, we was soldiers
And problems breakin' down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer
And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can't trust nobody, I ain't even invite nobody over
Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer
(Hope this money bring us closer)
Hope this money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, **** thought that it was over
I've been doin' my thing all quarantine, tryna clean my soul up
**** askin' when I'm droppin', shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest, deepest moments
See my feelings on my own
[Chorus]
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin till he dizzy
Feelin' lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losin', **** was switchin' sides
They tried to win and we winnin'
Written by: Douglas Whitehead, Robert Williams