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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
The-Dream
The-Dream
Vocals
Daoud
Daoud
Programming
Jake One
Jake One
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Songwriter
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Composer
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Composer
Justin Kim
Justin Kim
Songwriter
Terius Gesteelde - Diamant
Terius Gesteelde - Diamant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Daoud
Daoud
Producer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Producer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Brandon Harding
Brandon Harding
Recording Engineer
Tali Zara Sulcas
Tali Zara Sulcas
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

So how can I be anything I wanna be If I die in my dreams? Uh Heard you talkin' on my name It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh) It's gon' be a manslaughter (biggest) Or Homicide (may your name live forever, baby) If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (I felt you, yes) So many problems I can kill with just a text Not many barbers put a razor to my neck So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects So when it come to opps, murder I expect Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on one spot White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block The rain man, my stocks is one to watch Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots Bomboclaat niggas in drop tops I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines Still keepin' it real, every word and line Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin' time It's gon' be a manslaughter (biggest) or homicide (RIP to the real) If you fuckin' with me (may your name live forever, you hear me?) Or one of mines (Lord) It's gon' be a manslaughter (huh) or homicide If you fuckin' with me or one of mines Four-door, hitters in the back Big body and it's tinted black Politickin', we ain't into that Smokin' opps 'til the clip end 40 carats on my wrist, yeah Me and Dread into liftin' Me and Dread into liftin' Four-door, hitters in the back Big body and it's tinted black Politickin', we ain't into that Smoking opps 'til the clip end 40 carats on my wrist, yeah Me and Dread into liftin' Me and Dread into liftin' It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin' with me or one of mines It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin' with me or one of mines To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid To my children, make sure your bed get made And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days I'm missin' you these days To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid To my children, make sure your bed get made And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days I'm missin' you these days Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na So how can I be anything (how can I be anything?) I wanna be (I just wanna be, baby) If I die (I just wanna be free) In my dreams? (Oh, oh, oh-woah, ooh woah) Hey Just wanna fly free I just want to be me I just want to live out all my dreams Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, William Leonard Roberts, Ryan Presson, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Steven William Victor, Justin Kim, Joseph Nguyen, Terius Gesteelde-diamant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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