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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
TntXD
TntXD
Programming
TrapmanTwoThree
TrapmanTwoThree
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
TntXD
TntXD
Songwriter
TrapmanTwoThree
TrapmanTwoThree
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TntXD
TntXD
Producer
TrapmanTwoThree
TrapmanTwoThree
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Pipe that shit on TNT Oh no, no And I need a top shot, yeah yeah Got the boys, like I could call up Full of pain and it's floatin', tell him fine I ain't even gonna carry it, got me mine I ain't even gonna carry it, got me mine I want the Percocets and- So much shit been on my mind that I don't know where to start My chest, it hurts from this pain, I think I need a new heart Can't forget you for what you did, 'cause you took it too far I had to cut that lil' bitch off, 'cause she weren't playin' her part I'm doin' right about you, but you still neglect me If I didn't had the money or the fame, would you still text me? I don't wanna tote no gun, I know them crackers gon' arrest me But if the opps see me out in person You know they gon' bless me They say I'm overrated, because I'm most hated They throwin' dirt up on my name, but I'm dedicated Got suicidal thoughts goin' through my brain daily And don't nobody understand the problems that I've had Gino died November 10th, just a month before Christmas My birthday on November 1st, so you know that shit hit me My brother came into the room and he said "Gino dead" Slim chance he gon' make it, he got shot in the head I look on Instagram, everybody sayin' "Pull it through" I said a prayer that you make it, but it didn't save you And I didn't wanna see you land in the ICU And I didn't go to the funeral, I can't see you in the tomb, no Pain, pain What did I do, ooh, to lose you Pain, pain What did I do, ooh, to lose you You did some shit I can't let go, I forever got my grudge You can't fault me for actin' different, you know that you was dead wrong My heart get weaker and weaker, I'm tryna keep my fuckin' head on I tried to drown, you either land on a bunk, or a headstone You sayin' I'm a bitch, and I ain't been through shit Well, have you been in the shootout and seen your homie get hit? Or have you ever been in love and been stressed by the bitch? And then she fuck another nigga, I'm killin' both of them bitches So many shit is blindin' me, I think I need me some seafood I mind my own business, I don't give a fuck what he do My own nigga stole from me, you gotta watch your people He say out there he real, but I know that shit is see-through And I can't lie, I'm dead inside Bullets flyin', homicide Traumatized, my dogs keep dyin' Free my dawg, he facin' time My heart hurt, I had to put it on my sleeve Prayin' to the Lord, only time I'm on my knees I'm like "Please" I'm like "Jesus please Keep me on the right road, the devil after me" Pain, pain What did I do, ooh, to lose you Pain, pain What did I do, ooh, to lose you
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Thomas Horton, Daniel Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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