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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis S. Campozano Jr.
Luis S. Campozano Jr.
Songwriter
Brendan Walsh
Brendan Walsh
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Bobby Turner Jr.
Bobby Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Bordeaux
Bordeaux
Producer
Non Native
Non Native
Producer

Lyrics

Bordeaux and Non Native And that's why I'm walkin' with my head to the sky Niggas talkin' crazy like they on street shit And they already know my vibe My opps broke, they already showed me they weakness Clutch with this 30 on my side, every day a different ride I get a kick out of all these foreigns, drive you crazy every time But it's just me, myself, and I this time (look) It's me, myself and (look) I My hand up on my fire (my hand up on my fire) And not because I want you to see how shit ain't sweet (look, look) Put my feelings to the side this time (put my feelings to the) My heart so big, sometimes I cry over street shit (big-hearted) Nowadays, it's me, myself and I 'Cause I'm the only person that really cares if I don't be shit And I tried to talk to God, but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long He'll probably think I only need shit (Huh) I been tweakin' (trippin'), hardly ever sleepin' (slippin') Always overthinkin' (I feel it), tryna duck the reaper (that's how I'm livin') Sick of poppin' pills, man, this shit get real I be wakin' up in chills, like I'm havin' seizures Talkin', I be preachin' (preachin'), I don't know no preacher (nah) I don't fuck with rappers (fuck 'em), I don't want no feature (pussy) Used to be with demons, I got tired of feedin' 'em Tote my own heaters, nigga, I don't need you (I don't) I was on my ass, barely had cash Still gave niggas my last, now they got amnesia Sent niggas away, like they own visas I still be with demons, but for my own reasons (know that) Now I'm always in L.A., in a different region Put me in the Hall of Fame, any given season (any season) Can't live in Chiraq, 'cause I'm sick of niggas grievin' I'm ready to go back, 'cause I'm sick of niggas breathin' (I'm sick of niggas breathin') And that's why I'm walkin' with my head to the sky Niggas talkin' crazy like they on street shit And they already know my vibe My opps broke, they already showed me they weakness Clutch with this 30 on my side, every day a different ride I get a kick out of all these foreigns, drive you crazy every time But it's just me, myself, and I this time (look) It's me, myself, and (look) I My hand up on my fire (my hand up on my fire), ah And not because I want you to see how shit ain't sweet (look, look) Put my feelings to the side this time (put my feelings to the) My heart so big, sometimes I cry over street shit (big-hearted) Nowadays, it's me, myself and I 'Cause I'm the only person that really cares if I don't be shit And I tried to talk to God, but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long He'll probably think I only need shit (Huh) Look, you try to ride my wave, you might drown or get sea sick, baby So much Christian Dior, stopped worryin' about creases lately I used to make all of your problems my problems, baby I put three 0's in the back of what I already made happen in my bank account Now I got more commas, baby Shit get realer when you richer and it still amaze me I'm buyin' Lamborghinis instead of goin' half on babies Workin' and securin' bags, how you think I'm lazy? Like this money was religion, used to think it saved me A bitch finessed me more than once, so it's hard to persuade me Niggas be askin' for too much, like they thinkin' I'm Jay-Z But if I speak out like I'm Ye, they gon' say that I'm crazy Similarities between our cities, I feel like we neighbors If they say they don't fuck with us, I just feel like they hate us That's what I'm sayin' and I don't know if they be fakin' So I'm walkin' with my head to the sky Niggas talkin' crazy like they on street shit And they already know my vibe (and they already know my vibe) My opps broke, they already showed me they weakness Clutch with this 30 on my side, every day a different ride I get a kick out of all these foreigns, drive you crazy every time But it's just me, myself, and I this time (look) And it's just me, myself, and I (look, huh)
Writer(s): Bobby Turner, Artist Dubose, Herbert Randall Wright Iii, Ariatheproducer, Luis Compozano, Brendan Martin Walsh, Bans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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