Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Fossenkemper
Mastering Engineer
Statik Selektah
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Through all
I tried
And sorrow
[Verse 2]
Same ****, different toilet
**** hungry but lately we not know where the toilet
That real **** is on my mind like embroidery
Some war friends, end up without the loyalty
Between the half see yo' homie fall
S**** is sad but you gotta let some **** go
For the drag, you need emotional life vest
Them **** not on my level, that shit is like wreck
Talking sideways, **** you a little too
Not looking for no confirmation
Give a **** with you to do
Hater proof, hate me or the ricochet
So how you wanna die, million of them pick the way
Shooters realer, more than ever, what you thought it was?
Forcing the do and dirt, you know we putting on the gloves
Gloves come out then them guns come out
Another quick juice, come on sell me out, come on
[Verse 3]
Dirty ****, way too many pleasures
If I can knock I pray to God this be my day
**** flossing, tryna tell me that I can't eat
All good, make you wait, these **** can't sleep
[Verse 4]
Dirty ****, way too many pleasures
If I can knock I pray to God this be my day
**** flossing, tryna tell me that I can't eat
All good, make you wait, these **** can't sleep
[Verse 5]
**** pay attention who's alive and who's threatened
'Cause **** you ain't playing, take you back to the essence
Count your blessings, if we ain't run up on you yet
Most likely you're just waiting for the right connect
So **** a piece, I need the line shared
You see the roaches circling, they hear me loud as that
Nothing but bodies in the way of our presence
Conditions to the cold and the early hard lesson
I'm the voice of the forgotten, somebody had to rep it
Soldiers on deck, y'all **** off message
Any record formed against me will never pop
And a **** could like the special ops
Your bitch out here giving up the box
In the keys, we ain't even have to pick a lock
You don't know where the crib, got word it's official
Why the **** you think she even quick to fight with you
[Verse 6]
Dirty ****, way too many pleasures
If I can knock I pray to God this be my day
**** flossing, tryna tell me that I can't eat
All good, make you wait, these **** can't sleep
[Verse 7]
Dirty ****, way too many pleasures
If I can knock I pray to God this be my day
**** flossing, tryna tell me that I can't eat
All good, make you wait, these **** can't sleep
Written by: Kejuan Muchita, Patrick Owen Baril, Walter W. Crabtree