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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Tahj Vaughn
Tahj Vaughn
Songwriter
Rashaad Green
Rashaad Green
Songwriter
Ryan Hartlove
Ryan Hartlove
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TntXD
TntXD
Producer
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Shaad K Rounds
Producer
Travis Harrington
Travis Harrington
Recording Engineer
Harto Beats
Harto Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up TnT So did you get it? Yeah, I got it Okay, I'm just checking You alright? (Tahj Money) I don't feel good Alright, call me when you get home (Shaad Krounds) Conversatin' with mama, she say I'm in too deep Until my niggas rich and free, it's hard to get me some sleep It's hard to get me some peace with all the shit that I be battlin' So many ups and downs, sometimes I feel like I can't balance it It be challenging, so many challenges (yeah) Oh father, it's safe to say times harder (this shit get harder) My pops say, "Son, be smarter, you a artist and a father" My unc' say, "Now, be smarter, you a target and regardless You a leader to them people and them young niggas is watchin' Them young niggas believe in you, don't let 'em down, be cautious" And I got skills in other things but rich off rappin' pain So much that came with all this fame, but I remain the same Hope you don't think 'cause I got change, that's what made me change It's just this life got so strange, I had to switch lanes Niggas pulled up and I'll be outside Laid in the cut like peroxide, yeah I vowed to be frontline when shots fired I was out of town that night when- died, yeah Standin' in church, blurry-eyed that I had to confess (yeah) I seen my nigga laid to rest in his Sunday best Polo on his head and chest, now that's casket fresh Wish we would've seen eye to eye before you left And where I'm from, it's an eye for an eye, nothing else Ain't no love, it ain't no help, every man for theyself Better watch your homies Keep your strap or get strapped to a shelf (grrah) Ain't no complaining, when it's raining, play the hand you dealt Ain't got no opps, just some niggas who mad that I made it (yeah) And since you niggas mad I made it, pick a casket, baby On the net exaggeratin', ain't even half as gangster It's funny and it's fascinatin' how even family hatin' Wanna hit the show but you ain't show up to my graduation (yeah, yeah) I can't take y'all to the top, I ain't no elevator Think of my cousin Deyjah Was way in 2013 when she left, I was 15 when she left They say it won't be long, all I want Is when the horn blows and when they all cry I pray my soul flies, pray my soul flies Pray my soul flies (turn into the fuckin' birds) They say it won't be long, all I want Is when the horn blows and when they all cry I pray my soul flies, pray my soul flies (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I pray my soul flies, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare the cabin for takeoff Make sure your seatbacks are secured In the upright and locked position (pray my soul flies) Your tray tables put away And all carry on items are securely stowed (I pray my soul flies) We will be moving through the cabin for a final safety check And ask that you please review the safety regulation card Located in the seat pocket in front of you Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight
Writer(s): Tahj Vaughn, Thomas Horton, Rodarius M Green, Rashaad Green, Ryan Hartlove Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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