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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
AdamSlides
AdamSlides
Programming
JCOnDaBeat
JCOnDaBeat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Foster
Adam Foster
Songwriter
Jyrese Crocker
Jyrese Crocker
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AdamSlides
AdamSlides
Producer
JCOnDaBeat
JCOnDaBeat
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah Hold on bruh, you too slime Youngin' big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose On the beat Bank account on overload, but I'm still broke in spirit "Depression what he suffer from" same words from Doctor Henry It ain't no love inside the slums, know if they cut, they kill me (kill me) For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin' hard off this ecstasy I pray to God that my killa don't be the nigga sittin' next to me Keep ya circle tight, this mornin' Alicia sent a text to me Like they just want ya spark, reached for the stars, youngin' you blessed to see Pablo callin' from the yard like, "Drop that shit, it's time to bless the streets" I had to make myself a boss, they want the sauce like "What's the recipe?" Deep down inside I'm feelin' lost, I got a pound for the church I'm bound to knock my nigga off for the way he look, he wanna bury me I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn't cost a dime I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin' No, it don't matter how far I look, for some reason, I can't find I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what's on my mind I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine I'ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine I seen it in my grandma face, she was hurtin' from Auntie Paula Feds did a sweep on 38th, we flushed the pills inside the toilet Last night been tweakin' off of Percocets, I'm steady hearing voices Say I got the prints, shawty can't even avoid me When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded Who all on Instagram, flexin', can't even sing or poppin' no money It ain't no love inside my section to the point where it ain't funny Just call from Uncle Teddy like, "Nephew, just keep on goin'" Guess I can't seem to kick the drink, day and night lean, I'm steady pourin' Now, I'm designer head-to-toe, she ain't wanna fuck when I wear Jordan's Might have a baby with this Haitian bitch just so my child be foreign I'm paper chasin' in 'bout sixty ways, I gotta run up more They was on the basketball court when I was catchin' time in court Sometimes I gotta hit my knees and pray like, "Please forgive me Lord" I'm steady caught up in my wicked ways, grippin' extension cords Before I blew up, they ain't root for me, I couldn't get support Now everybody wanna shoot for me just 'cause I live galore Reppin' in this block city to city, day and night I keep on tourin' In fact, I know that they ain't with me, the reason my heart so torn The number one reason they hate because I made it out the storm Penitentiary chances I take, sometimes I wish I wasn't born No they can't say they wasn't warned (no they can't say they wasn't warned, oh, ayy) I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn't cost a dime I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin' No, it don't matter how far I look, for some reason, I can't find I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what's on my mind I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine I'ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine (Deep down inside, I'm steady cryin')
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Jyrese Crocker, Adam Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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