Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hunter Intorf
Hunter Intorf
Songwriter
Nicholas Gardner
Nicholas Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Limmer
Jon Limmer
Engineer

Songteksten

Gave a couple passes why you think they stay inside gang
TGM Militia militant can't close my eyes gang
Pain torture suffering that shit be on my mind state
Stay ducking under all these drugs this some shit beyond fame
Lost in this world still don't know
Three am, clutching on my pole
On Fifth got these bottles tryna cope
Ah shit never getting out this hole
Catch me aw struck, doggy I'm beyond fucked
Catch me sliding solo in the civic, I'm beyond stuck
Feds gon catch you lacking on that day best have that fie tucked
Take a couple with you wish they play we get em all touched
Torched, yes of course
Fourteen we was jumping off the porch
Shoot out in the rondo leave em scorched
Couple bullets past my head we killed the source
I need more guns, more money, more pills, road running
Looking at the sky dead in the night don't get no love from it
Looking at my baby yes I'm thankful you ain't run from me
Problems never leave I made my peace I swear I'm numbed from it
Swear I'm numbed from it
That's why I be on this chase
All the darkest days I'm walking like I'm shackled down in chains
Yea my soul been tryna leave but I got purpose on this place
Can't escape these voices talking in my head they needing space
I been rolling through this life just tryna take it day by day
Get this money make sure that my people eating never hungry
Take this global feed the souls we do this shit across the country
Used to trap out from my basement made that money never flunky
I done took a couple racks and made the neck and wrist chunky I deserve it
Looking back at all these pictures know I had to burn em
Wishing shit was different changed my life and now it's perfect
Grinded out to show em with that work that you gon earn it
Even when it's going downhill you can still reverse it
I need more guns, more money, more pills, road running
Looking at the sky dead in the night don't get no love from it
Looking at my baby yes I'm thankful you ain't run from me
Problems never leave I made my peace I swear I'm numbed from it
Swear I'm numbed from it, That's why I be on this chase aye
Written by: Hunter Intorf, Nicholas Gardner
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