Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smrtdeath
Performer
lil aaron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Skwark
Songwriter
Aaron Jennings
Songwriter
Mike Fonseca
Songwriter
Jackson Southorn
Songwriter
Jordan Reyes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omega
Producer
Jakkyboí
Producer
Andi Inadomi
Producer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Reyes
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
She told me to kill myself
Like I haven't been working on it
I don't think it's real, I am
Wishing that I was dead every morning
Now I'm 'bout to feel myself
I've been gassing it, let's be honest
Baby, I'm a real one, whoa-oh-oh
I'ma do whatever, I'm living nonsense
[Verse 2]
She told me to die like I don't already want to
I lay awake at night thinking 'bout shit that I can't undo
As long as I'm alive, got some money I'ma run through
I'm just here for the night, shawty told me I should come through
[Verse 3]
But I don't wanna talk, just want a shot
Throw some guap and get some top, I'm feeling hot
To the top, I ain't gon' stop
Don't fuck with shawty, she a not
I bet she get that a lot
I bet she get that a lot
[Verse 4]
Yeah, and I'm doing all right without you
I'm fine without you
Yeah, and, bitch, I'ma shine without you
And die without you
[Verse 5]
She told me to kill myself
Like I haven't been working on it
I don't think it's real, I am
Wishing that I was dead every morning
Now I'm 'bout to feel myself
I've been gassing it, let's be honest
Baby, I'm a real one, whoa-oh-oh
I'ma do whatever, I'm living nonsense
[Verse 6]
I've been working on dying like I made beats for Uzi
Tryna hurt me, I'm trying to, if I'm winning, I'm losing
Every time you hit my line I'm like, "The fuck are you doing?"
I left all that shit behind, now they mad 'cause I'm moving, but
[Verse 7]
None of it means anything
Lately I've been getting things
Lately I've been getting in
I get the check and let us in
Pockets full of 'phetamines
My fit, it cost a wedding ring
I'm looking like a Rock-O-Rama
'Bout to cop a seven string
[Verse 8]
Baby, to be real, you don't even know me like that
Southern, he like Rick Ross, how these hoes can't hold me back
[Verse 9]
She told me to kill myself
Like I haven't been working on it
I don't think it's real, I am
Wishing that I was dead every morning
Now I'm 'bout to feel myself
I've been gassing it, let's be honest
Baby, I'm a real one, whoa-oh-oh
I'ma do whatever, I'm living nonsense
Written by: Aaron Jennings, Jackson Southorn, Jordan Reyes, Michael Fonseca, Michael Skwark, Mike Fonseca, lil aaron