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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Southside
Southside
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't wanna die anymore Lived so many lives in a row Devil on the right, angel left (it's cold) Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack (Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?) I don't wanna die anymore The weather here outside is cold Devil on the right, angel left (it's cold) Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack Uh Wanna see my life? A movie, press play Bitch, the street ain't checkers It's a chess game, now let's play War time, niggas blazin' at us daily I must say but we was brave Killed my nigga, we back out the next day, and I ain't even hеsitate Did some shit and pour up lean 'causе that's my way to meditate And we took niggas breath away, seen some shit I'll never say Bullet hit him and missed me, but I was just a step away Damn, I caught a blessing, ooh, we taught that opp a lesson Shooters kappa alpha steppin', I done let off Smith & Wessons 30 shot 357's, .40 Glock my preference That compact 27 and the 23, that's the regular Staying strapped 'cause I'm getting fetty, I can't go to Heaven I done lived like four lives, let off four-fives Niggas want me dead, I'm still alive, that's no surprise I'ma put that bitch right in between like both his eyes Do the wrong shit, we at his addy going inside Choppa in my hand, I got a pistol on my side I'ma put this bitch right in his mouth like open wide Word to the wise, I used to roll with older guys So he might be bigger than me, but this bitch was oversized We gon' dress up for the hit 'cause that's before his time Like he saw a magic trick, I'm tryna blow a nigga mind I ain't say he was no bitch, I saw the soul in his eyes I don't give a fuck, I'm still gon' put his skull in his thighs Kobe took his last breath, I seen him rolling his eyes on the nine He know we ain't sleep, we rode on the, shh And this savage shit was tough, it took a toll on us Had to keep them poles on us, reaper trying to hold on us And you 'posed to be a killer but you told on us Fuck your dead homies, we had gloves on us Niggas hate us, we gettin' money now, we glowed on 'em Savage niggas turned over, VVS and gold on us I don't wanna die anymore Lived so many lives in a row Devil on the right, angel left (it's cold) Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack I don't wanna die anymore Lived so many lives in a row Devil on the right, angel left (it's cold) Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Herbert Randall Wright Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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