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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.I the Prince of N.Y
J.I the Prince of N.Y
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Composer
Justin Irvin Rivera
Justin Irvin Rivera
Songwriter
Nathan Guzman
Nathan Guzman
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Almighty Nate
Almighty Nate
Producer
Luis “Bordeaux” Compazano
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Almighty Nate I said mm-mm, mm-mm, mm Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, yeah Said it's on me, yeah I gave my dawg a couple hunnid, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said Got all these tears I done formed, but they ain't never shed They said they went through hell and back, when we was livin' there Tryna last a day inside my shoes when I got different pairs I can't believe this little bitch thought she was slick I got the spits and then I dipped I had to show her that I didn't care I pay attention all the time, you got no choice but to respect it I can't let them take my life That's why we walkin' 'round with weapons I can't get you off my mind, it's to the point where I be stressin' I got played so many times, it was all I expected, nah, nah Niggas televised my pain when I needed help I always thought I needed you, but bitch, I need myself Who am I to believe a bitch when I don't believe myself? And I refuse to please a bitch when I can please myself I had my back against the ropes, I had to protect myself The hopes I had were way too high, I used to upset myself I gave you way too many chances, I had to check myself How do you expect me to respect you when you don't respect yourself? You had no reason to do what you did, but you still did it, nigga They ain't think I'd make it out the hood until I did it, nigga This for all them days when I woke up and wished I didn't, nigga And where I'm from, we put in pain before we feel it, nigga I gave my dawg a couple hunnid, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said I feel no type of way, just take these bullets to the head I had what you need, I had what you want You was in these street doing niggas wrong Now you on my meat, singing all my songs Now you wanna speak, blowing up my phone I had what you need, I had what you want You was in these streets doing niggas wrong When you be with your friends, you be singing all my songs Now you wanna speak, you be blowing up my phone I gave my dawg a couple hunnid, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said I feel no type of way, just take these bullets to the head Couple soldiers locked down Asking free the guys (free the guys) Petty shit we overlooked and gotta realize I still talk to Minie everyday, he got like three to five I just sip and pour to my heart but I will never cry Brand new money coming in, I just put that shit aside Damn I used to think this shit was easy but I still took my time Now I'm on my grind Overwhelmed and I've been contemplating time Fuck a line, I be skipping shit This talent is hard to find Tell 'em I, swear to God that I will never tell them lie I was dead, nigga who? what? Fuck it guess I'm blind How you real? Plus you scary? Plus you guilty of that crime? I guess that I'm in a different mind Shit be hard to find 'Cause I'm different Ain't too many like me All a sudden bitches tryna write me Now these bitches come around tryna cyph, see I just want the Masi, she hit me up like, "I see" And I know that she don't like me She just want to brag I caught and countered that I left that bitch on read Shawty got potential But she skeet off like a slag She said I'm her teddy bear I treat her like I'm Ted Raf fake, Gucci cake Stripping and get back Outfit go retarded, I get checks like special Ed Youngins in my city going dumb, they might slide I'm just tryna show a bitch to doing better when you stash, no-oh I gave my dawg a couple hunnid, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said I feel no type of way, just take these bullets to the head Take 'em to the head, uhh You don't make it 'til you're dead, no Take 'em to the head, take 'em to the head, mm, oh
Writer(s): Tione Merritt, Justin Rivera, Nathan Guzman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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