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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Kada
Kada
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillon McCluskey
Dillon McCluskey
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
John Carlos Ramirez
John Carlos Ramirez
Composer
Keenan Lawless
Keenan Lawless
Composer
Kevon Lawless
Kevon Lawless
Songwriter
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
La Tray
La Tray
Producer
Dillon McCluskey
Dillon McCluskey
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's crazy 'cause you know I don't feel nothing That's perfect right there, that's how you do it I'm mad, I'm mad 'cause of you Free you You ain't been backstabbed if you can't relate (can't relate to me) Yeah, I got mob ties that I'm not gon' say (yeah, I'm not gon' say) I done been baptized and still don't pray (still don't pray) You don't know how that feel, moving through God's will (you don't know) Back been stabbed so many times, I think I love the feelin' (I love it) You speak on my name, no ties to none of them killings (none of them killings) He ain't do it, but he got the detained a witness (got the detained a witness, detained a witness) He ain't say shit, so they made him a defendant (made him a defendant, made him a defendant) You ain't real, I know you ain't if you seen all that blood in these streets I know you would faint, nowadays, it's just experience It don't go by age, they wanted me to deteriorate Sittin' in that cage young I know a real killer who regulates his feelings I knew a real nigga that got killed by a fake one I know a oppy bitch and she ain't never snake me Lord forgive me for the sins 'cause this nigga done played me (done played me) Look me in my eyes, know I'm not the same me (my eyes) Hear the ghost of all my guys when I get to singing, yeah You ain't been backstabbed if you can't relate (la-la-la-la) Yeah, I got mob ties that I'm not gon' say (la-la-la-la) I done been baptized and still don't pray (la-la-la-la) You don't know how that feel, moving through God's will (la-la-la-la) Seems like I attract the broken (broken) I seen light, but I seen darkness mostly (I seen darkness mostly) Late nights dancin' with the Grim Reaper KI's makes it hard to make it peaceful Happiness can't be found through materials After this, all profits, no losses (won't be happenin') In the trenches finessin' odds we exhausted How you bringing shit back together, I'm so opposite (opposite) Kill the fake and let the real niggas prosper (let us prosper) Saw my pain in more then one against the obstacle (saw my pain in more then one) Pay attention to who the fuck is really stopping you Pay attention to who the fuck is really stopping you You ain't been backstabbed if you can't relate (can't relate to me) Yeah, I got mob ties that I'm not gon' say (yeah, I'm not gon' say) I done been baptized and still don't pray (still don't pray) You don't know how that feel moving through God's will (you don't know) It could be worst, but it's mostly fine Over-focused cope with mine No confusion, no, he dying Only thing he don't know the time Wish I felt the smoke was high Up below walking fine Watch his eyes, lips is known for lies I can see through your disguise Add some sun known by the guys Matter of fact, stay quiet Pull him close, I feel his wire All I wanted to know was why We was under oath 'til die Let me know what's on your mind I showed you my soft-spoken side But I expect the cross like Jesus dying I guess I'm supposed to cry Closed mouth, but eyes opened wide Even with this broken eye I can see you wasn't right inside Add and multiply, but don't divide, or take away our shine Never say no names, but I hear from the chains won't drop a dime So real, you just another clown Just keep your name sublime You ever end up on the ugly side of crime (uh) If you ain't been backstabbed, you can't relate (van't relate to me) Yeah, I got mob ties that I'm not gon' say (yeah, I'm not gon' say) I done been baptized and still don't pray (still don't pray) But you don't know how that feel, moving through God's will (you don't know) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Dillon Mccluskey, Keenan Lawless, Kevon Lawless, George A. Stone Iii, John Carlos Ramirez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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