Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Keyboards
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Keyboards
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Keyboards
DJ Duffey
DJ Duffey
Additional Vocals
Krystyana Czeiner
Krystyana Czeiner
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Composer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Composer
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Composer
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composer
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Composer
Krystyana Chelminski
Krystyana Chelminski
Composer
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Composer
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Composer
Carlo Montagnese
Carlo Montagnese
Composer
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The ANMLS
The ANMLS
Producer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, they sold me dreams
Tell 'em, "Keep the change"
Evil in they veins, they don't bleed the same
Greed and fame, we should really feel ashamed
Buyin' Cubans, most my people still in chains
Convos with God, squad, Rod and Tar-Tar
She been goin' hard, got her nose like a aardvark
Chopped off, lookin' like the man on the crosswalk
Arms crossed, tryna' find the light in my dark heart
First ki' I ever cut, I got high off it
'Cause I never knew the residue would fly off it
Sellin' dope, actin' like the fiends won't die off it
All we gave a fuck about was gettin' fly off it
Shells on the floor in your office
Lookin' like you send a whole staff out for crawfish
Bitch, you ripped my heart out
Just to ask me why I'm heartless
She shootin' for the stars
And I guess I ain't a target
I guess you ain't a marksman, bitch
'Cause I'm arson lit
You couldn't even ride for me, you car sick
I mean, I understand if the shit was a long trip
But I guess you musta' hopped on
The wrong dick, you dumb bitch
[Verse 2]
(Who hurt you?)
[Verse 3]
Uh, they lie about us in these affidavits
So when they kill us, you can validate it
You downplay it and say that we exaggerate it
In the valley smokin' Cali, gettin' calibrated
In the field you feelin' squemish
You Willie Beamen
Me, I got too many demons
And a million reasons
Man, I got too many foes, got 'em figured out
Ex-hoes that wanna kill me, that don't even count
Fuck love, I brought drugs to my intervention
Greenlight ya, they gon' catch you
At the intersection
All these bitches throwin' pussy
I just intercept it
And she gon' swallow dick
Till she get indigestion
Tat above your navel section
Enter at your own discretion
Goddamn, that's a lastin' first impression
You had a right to be high on yourself
Shit, I was high on everything else
So what the hell, uh
[Verse 4]
(Who hurt you?)
(I was told, I was told)
(Yeah)
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Aubrey Drake Graham, Carlo Montagnese, Faris Al-Majed, Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville, Krystyana Chelminski, Martin McKinney, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Nick Varvatsoulis, Richard Muñoz
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