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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Performer
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Composer
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tec Beatz
Tec Beatz
Producer

歌詞

How you family but you hanging with my enemies?
You let the outsiders flip your energy
Still living in color through faded memories
**** go years not being who they pretend to be
I gotta grow but they say that I changed
Killing the emotion, **** purging the pain
We used to rock each other's clothes, it don't hurt me to say
Shit, we from the sandbox, now it's dirt on my name
Damn, so much salt could make my heart stop
We no longer connected like the call dropped
Wish I could pick up the phone and call God
But this type of talk is small-time
Man, I'd never thought I see the day I hate you ****
And it's always 'bout some money or some basic bitches
Man, I even caught myself being fake with ****
The grass greener the other side but snakes are bigger, damn
It ain't even enemy to be frienemies
We used to be fam like the Genovese
Crossing my brother will never not be a sin to me
From sunflower seeds to frienemies
I never, ever thought I'd get this energy
We turned our pains to gains to grow our energy
And while you smoking OG, I hope you Hennessy, yeah, yeah
Uh, chat, you know the type that call to make sure you ain't doing better than 'em
And if I bring it up, there's an elephant in the room
Your body is a tomb where jealousy lives
Glad I was well addressed for those set of events
Your pride can sometimes be good
'Cause it allows you to never be hurt again
And even though I'm flawed there's a lot of good intent
Shit, I'm like bishop in Juice still on the fence about it
It's sometimes the **** in the picture with you
That ends up being your killer
Think Nino on the roof, who would've ever knew?
Ones I had love for would turn coon or spook
I give 'em truth, they see my life and live in mental prison
Ain't nothing given but I gave it, put you in position
Why am I always on you **** minds? I can sense it
But still, I feel I block a blessing if I don't forgive you, yeah
It ain't even enemy to be frienemies
We used to be fam like the Genovese
Crossing my brother will never not be a sin to me
From sunflower seeds to frienemies
I never, ever thought I'd get this energy
We turned our pains to gains to grow our energy
And while you smoking OG, I hope you Hennessy, yeah, yeah
Sometimes, we no be turning from being frienemies, oh
Written by: BJ the Chicago Kid, Nick Grant
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