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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
Damn Dior
Damn Dior
Programming
LC
LC
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Izayah Alexander
Izayah Alexander
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Luke Clay
Luke Clay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Mixing Engineer
Damn Dior
Damn Dior
Producer
LC
LC
Producer

Lyrics

Damn Dior, this shit crazy I'm the type gon' shine without the sun on me I know niggas died with they gun on 'em Tryna escape my past and get away from it Still havin' dreams about the hood, I'm way in California Know you wonder how life is, I wanted you right here, I figured I was wastin' time I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear, I thought that it would make you mine But I been ballin' without you, I stayed true Ain't speakin' to no opps, even if my name was Jesus In jail ain't smoke, no paper route, I hop out with this K too In Atlanta with them shooters, thought I told you I was brave too Coupe ain't got no ceilings, but my niggas slide like Babe Ruth Ain't gon' lie, I miss you, but I know that I can't save you I can't even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you, love You see the pain all through my bracelet, love, yeah Do two hundred in that Lamb', put that bitch on Broadway Go to court, and they deny it, that shit come with heartache A nigga real, they can't deny it, I care nothin' what the blogs say Them youngins quick to take your route, they care nothin' 'bout no car bait These niggas standin' on they lies, how the fuck they sleepin'? Youngin got bodies on that blick, but he still keep it Came out that dirt, came out that mud, I'm shinin' for a reason I was blind, they never tried it, come up from the cement Know they thought I'd be a bum, them foreign cars beepin' If we was in a race to hatin', them niggas would've beat me Industry know my flow is sick, but they can't find a treatment Industry full of haters, would've told the doctors keep me I feel like Kay Flock, it's designer murder when you see me I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Neiman's I came from nothin', I spend four hundred on Versace beanies I keep that nine all in the club, a Gilbert Arenas Get low and laugh to the bank, I run with hyenas Michelle Obama attitude but got ass like she Trina My niggas hustlers, you wonderin' why is my team up? Ain't have to give 'em shit, they find 'em a plug, and they re-up Airport been on my ass, I had to start swipin' this Visa Lil Shank keep slangin' iron, I'm thinkin' he thinkin' it's legal E-V-I-L, turned it backwards, and I told my niggas to live Dodged the grave, dodgin' a cell Know if we go back, they gon' try keepin' us in there Promethazine, it ain't good for my health Waste a cup of lean, and I seen blood everywhere, yeah I'm good at movin' smart, that's what I told my mama Ayy, Forgiato tires, a nigga come from trauma Them boys gon' walk up or run down, either one When the police come, the only time that we'll run I didn't never know that I would make it this far But I was told that stars only shine when it's dark As long as I'm on Earth, I'ma keep buyin' Audemars Invested in some plain jane, all aboard Next week, I pray the judge let a nigga out of court But I been ballin', I been ballin' Cup up in my hand, mix the lean with the tears Let 'em fall in, let 'em fall in Mama told me God gon' handle all my opps Told her I can't wait, I want 'em right now I remember playin' at the park, we sendin' kites now Wish Geno was sober, I'd have him with me right now Told her that it ain't about no sex, like, what's on your mind? So many people envy my success and hate my life now Draco clip, it got a curl like Yung Joc, no perm I just hope it do not go down Dwellin' on problems, I hope my days get through Ain't talkin' 'bout Biggie, I put my faith in you The opps can only make me mad, they can't make me move (damn Dior, this shit crazy) Still in my city, rollin' through the city
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay, Izayah Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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