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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
12Hunna
12Hunna
Programming
Dy
Dy
Programming
Morgan O'connor
Morgan O'connor
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Morgan O'connor
Morgan O'connor
Songwriter
12Hunna
12Hunna
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dy
Dy
Producer
12Hunna
12Hunna
Producer
Morgan O'connor
Morgan O'connor
Producer

Lyrics

12 Hunna on the beat DY Krazy When you wake up off them pills, that feeling terrible The worst thing to be known is when they scared of you And they gon' laugh right in your face when they ahead of you And to be technical, that shit we do is federal Holding tear backs from this life, it's so unbearable You a copycat, that's not lean, that's Theraflu I'ma jump from the top of my money with a parachute And who you look up to a hoe, I wouldn't dare salute I keep taking care of my killers, they wouldn't care to shoot I got your address from a bitch, that's for a pair of shoes You got a text like, "He got hit," that shit be scary news They told me, "Get up out the streets, you can go back to school" My life hurts so bad Thinking 'bout if you was here, what kinda life you would have Nowadays, the way we live, we live our life on the edge Nowadays, the way we live, you would die if you scared, uh This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life Nobody put fear in us I put real life inside this music, they not hearing us I know what's real, I had some real killers tearing up I did all I can for 'em, they not sincere enough They stopped believing me way back then They can't cheer with us, mmm-mmm It get treacherous, that's why they don't mention us Why you holding onto a snitch? Just give that victim up They can't take care us alone, that's why they cliquing up They told me to go pop and give the trenches up I said fuck that shit, four killers inside a Bentley truck It would've been five, but one of them died, his soul was given up Wish I talked to him on the last call, told him live it up Where the love? Mmm, where the love? You know it's tiring tryna clean blood from a rug You know it's tiring watchin' my back and duckin' slugs I know two robbers said they tired of sticking up This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Morgan O'connor, Michael Brendan O'brien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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