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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.I the Prince of N.Y
J.I the Prince of N.Y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Irvin Rivera
Justin Irvin Rivera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doc
Doc
Producer
Dasda
Dasda
Producer

Lyrics

Grimey nigga Steppin' over puddles, you could cry me a river Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Yeah, let me talk my- Yeah, could've sworn I told you I'm a grimey nigga (na-na-na) Guess I'ma be steppin' over puddles if you cry me a river (na-na-na) You was even cryin' when you lied to me, I kept you beside of me Bonnie and Clyde, I thought you was finna ride and die for me (na-na-na) Yeah, I was standin' ten toes hollowin', you niggas couldn't even give me five And I was breakin' bread with a bunch of niggas who was keepin' crumbs on the side And I know I took your VV, once you give that pussy up, that shit fucked up my pride Got a heart so cold, gotta wear a fuckin' coat 'cause of how I feel inside I'm the shortest outta everyone I'm standin' with But I'm still the top dawg everything I'm handlin' And I don't like talkin' on the dead but since these niggas talkin' hot We celebrate every time they lose a man again (yeah) I gotta make 'em understand (yeah), I did everything I can (huh) I did everything I can, fuck it, uh, it's time to make them understand How the fuck we beefin' but when you do your interview You mentionin' my name like you a motherfuckin' fan? Niggas do a bid, then they wanna come home and brag about it Like they wasn't gettin' fucked up in the can And I don't give a fuck about no fifty-thousand dollar chain When I got the same damn thing on my hand (yeah) I gotta make 'em understand (yeah) 'Cause there's levels to this shit (yeah) And I know you tried to put your dirt on me, but I got shovels for that shit So car spin twice so I call my hittas up now we huddlin' and shit 'Cause you know love in these streets but I love my peace put a double in that clip 'Cause she's the reason I don't slip, let me talk my shit (na-na-na-na-na-na) I just got off the phone with my mother, I said, "I promise I never meant to worry you" I just finished speakin' to my lil' brother, he said He said that you got me scared 'cause of how you movin' I ain't tryna bury you (nah, nah, nah) And If my dawg got a shiesty, he don't gotta wear no ice Why he 'posed to move a milli, y'all just posted up for likes Lil' soft ass niggas, you ain't even do no drills for real You ain't even in the field for real I got niggas and they kill for real Just a hundred and I'll seal deal And you will disappear (For real, for real, for real, for real) I wanna talk to my young one 'cause y'all niggas out here goin' crazy I feel like y'all need some guidance 'cause all I see is violence And all I hear is sirens, na-na-na-na (na-na-na-na) So listen what I'm tellin' you (yeah) 'Cause I would never lie to you Y'all niggas jumped off the porch 'cause what them niggas tellin' you And half them niggas lie to you (na-na-na, na-na-na) 'Cause I don't understand (na-na-na) 'Cause this is where I'm from New York City Ghanistan, na-na-na
Writer(s): Justin Rivera, Sina Dadashi, Kaseem Moultrie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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