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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Foster
Adam Foster
Songwriter
Gregory Taylor Jr.
Gregory Taylor Jr.
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Branden Pratt
Branden Pratt
Songwriter
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AdamSlides
AdamSlides
Co-Producer
Gt3
Gt3
Co-Producer
Jugg Beats
Jugg Beats
Co-Producer
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Mixing Engineer
Luke Campolieta
Luke Campolieta
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I go sit and talk to Dezzy every chance I get I be shooting for the stars but it's a chance that I miss It was some nights I had it hard, I close my eyes and I wish Bad luck, dealing with karma, all the shit that I did I show my ass for all the times I had to struggle since a kid My money long, I'm finally on, if you gon' do it, do it big God called my nigga home, I gotta be there for his kid So many people call my phone, no, I ain't change, I just forgive Yeah, old homies changed, vibes got different, yeah Even though I'm shy, I ride with glizzies, ayy Count this paper, why the fuck that I got my steel Poppin' Percocets, I'm prayin' that Crawford get appeal I spend racks on tennis shoes like Serena Williams Wanna be Ray Charles when I catch the opps 'cause I'ma hate to see 'em I been thinkin' 'bout my future, I hope Rocko don't sue me I done stepped on Roger Davis, most of my socks be Gucci So many said that they was for me, it's like nobody could prove it Forever stayin' on my own, so I go I go sit and talk to Dezzy every chance I get I be shooting for the stars but it's a chance that I miss It was some nights I had it hard, I close my eyes and I wish Bad luck, dealing with karma, all the shit that I did I show my ass for all the times I had to struggle since a kid My money long, I'm finally on, if you gon' do it, do it big God called my nigga home, I gotta be there for his kid So many people call my phone, no, I ain't change, I just forgive I asked my nigga, "What would I do without you?" No matter what, you know a nigga got you I'm still gon' kill about you No EA but we got two K's when we slide through 24 hours, we on your block like a drive-thru Why the fuck you sell me dreams? I never lied to you Even when I ain't have a car, I was still gon' ride for you I done let my feelings get involved, now I can't hide from you My nigga fightin' for his life, ain't nothin' I can do And that's the fucked up part about it, we still catchin' bodies They play, we catch a body, it ain't no way around it Since Granny died, I lost my heart, I still ain't never found it Even though they ain't help me make The money, they wanna help me count it I go sit and talk to Dezzy every chance I get I be shooting for the stars but it's a chance that I miss It was some nights I had it hard, I close my eyes and I wish Bad luck, dealing with karma, all the shit that I did I show my ass for all the times I had to struggle since a kid My money long, I'm finally on, if you gon' do it, do it big God called my nigga home, I gotta be there for his kid So many people call my phone, no, I ain't change, I just forgive I asked my nigga, "What I'ma do without you?" No matter what, you know it's war about you And I still'll die about you Ain't from New Orleans, I'm rockin' Saint Laurent shoes This shit get deep, so come and cry in my pool Hate rubbin' off like it's lotion I bet my tears fill up an ocean Judge threw a flag, I heard he holdin' Conversations with 12 I watched 'em turn to dirty money, they gon' think I'm Denzel Now I lay me down to sleep Know the devil want my soul weak If I should die before I wake Tell Carl I didn't make it and shoot my killer in the face If I should die before I wake, go grab that drake Bloody murders all around the state, I hate to say I was fucked up, I had to make a play, so I grabbed the plate Go hit that lick, you better play it safe, go inside the safe I can't wait 'til I go grab the Wraith and pull up stuntin' Your dawg got killed, he should've been in the way, he had it comin' I pulled forty out the bank then went to thumbin' I put dick all in her face, she seen me comin' I ghostride the whip like my hands hurt, they call me Casper Comin' up I didn't have a father, I'm a rich lil' bastard I thought that rappin' shit ain't work, turned to a trapper They was schemin' in that church, I became a pastor If you gon' do it then go do it, don't speak on what happened after Been grindin' for a long time, it couldn't have happened faster They think this shit a fairytale like happily ever after When we was callin', They ain't answer, now the tables turned backwards Now I put Backwoods to the face 'cause I love the taste And I turned foreign to them detectives, I ain't know what to say They tryna build a case, can't help them build a case What you spent on your wrist today, I put it on my waist Bitch, I ride where you stay
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Kobe Crawford, Janarious Wheeler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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