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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nik Frascona
Nik Frascona
Songwriter
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Nik D
Nik D
Producer
OZ
OZ
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I'm no hoe, bro Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimodo All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough hoe Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodo's Meanwhile, I'm in New York fucking up SoHo Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco Took her to the tele now lil' baby going loco She just give me face, ain't no fucking, that's a no-no And she going 30 early dirty, no soap though I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though And I'm screaming, "Fuck 12!", all these fowl ass po-po Yeah, uh But nowadays, I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title I grab a bible, pray for my rivals Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm And spit flames while also making it rainstorm You see I can't ignore it And you niggas don't see it's in your brain you're snoring And you sleep on me until you can't no more And don't fake on me and try to play the boy I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me If I gave you my heart, would you still love me? Lately baby I feel like nobody trusts me Is it just me? Yeah, hold up But nowadays, I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title I grab a bible, pray for my rivals Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm And spit flames while also making it rainstorm
Writer(s): Ozan Yildirim, Michael Lamar Ii White, Nik Frascona Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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