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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
India Williams
India Williams
Songwriter
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Mixing Engineer
Luke Campolieta
Luke Campolieta
Recording Engineer
India Got Them Beats
India Got Them Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Where I'm from, they ain't have hope, they call us ignorant I looked at my drip, this that expensive shit He mad at me about a ho, I should've hit the bitch They throwin' shots, we never catch 'em, they be quick to miss I'm from the slums, I ain't never have a pot to piss They gave us crumbs, how the fuck to make it out this shit? We had nothin', now a nigga havin' lots of shit And I still got niggas in the trap scrapin' pots and shit I found a little one, they wanna know how I'm shinin' like that 'Cause I'm due for it, remember I was grindin' way back Now I pull up in the uh, with the seat laid back Now we pull up and just boom, leave a nigga where he at Remember where we was, now nigga, look where we at Remember we was sellin' drugs, now we ain't ever goin' back Now everybody showin' love, but they weren't showin' it in the past Might take a rocket outer space just so the world can kiss my ass And I can't change how I'm living I ain't got no feelings I pour drink in my kidney And it's only for the healing Why you come around? You ain't with me Why you come around if you gon' envy? I just count the blessings that he sent me I just pray to God they don't forget me That lifestyle stuck in my head, I ain't changing my ways Out there posted on the corner, I ain't ate for some days I'm tired of runnin' from police, I'm just tryna get paid And it's fuck the other side 'cause that's how we was raised Summertime, we bring them drums out, like a parade Left the AR in the trunk, it's time to slide with them K's You better duck 'cause it's a drill once that chopper get sprayed Ain't no remorse 'cause I got niggas layin' down in the grave So fuck a sport, we hit the block and then them cops what we play Runnin' out of options so I close my eyes and I pray Just tryna find the best route, feel like I'm stuck in a maze I started rappin', got a check, and fell in love with the stage And I can't change how I'm living I ain't got no feelings I pour drink in my kidney And it's only for the healing Why you come around? You ain't with me Why you come around if you gon' envy? I just count the blessings that he sent me I just pray to God they don't forget me I just pray to God that he forgive me I did so much wrong, they want to kill me I got niggas in them trenches, they gon' drill for me But if they all die for me, who gon' live with me? I got all this money, the wanna chill with me But we was stuck on Evergreen, they ain't want to deal with me Now I pull up coupe shit, 2019, new shit New phone, who this? Pocket full of blue shit Pocket full of blue strips, no Crip One shot to a hit, that bitch came off the hip Brand new truck, that bitch came off the ship I let you 'round and you changed off the rip, nigga I- And I can't change how I'm living I ain't got no feelings I pour drink in my kidney And it's only for the healing Why you come around? You ain't with me Why you come around if you gon' envy? I just count the blessings that he sent me I just pray to God they don't forget me I just pray to God they don't forget me
Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, India Arie Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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