Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
$NOT
$NOT
Vocals
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
The Antiques
The Antiques
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edy Edouard
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
Jacob Rivera
Jacob Rivera
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Songwriter
Mike Gamas
Mike Gamas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wick
Wick
Producer
pilotkid
pilotkid
Producer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Mixing Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

'Cause what is life when you don't even wanna live? How you feel? How you feel? (How you feel?) (Uh, yeah) I'm so lonely 'cause what is life if I don't wanna live? (Woo) Can you grab the Glock and shoot me in the head real quick? My enemies, they laughin' at me like, "What the fuck, kid?" People lookin' up to me, sayin', "Oh my God, he a bitch" (bitch) Never gave a fuck about it 'cause I'm high as shit And I ain't talkin' 'bout as drunk as my soul in the sky and shit (fuck) It's too late to come down, I fuckin' regret this shit I'm so selfish, I can't even give that bitch my dick 'Cause what is life if he don't even wanna live? (Woo) See my name up on a shirt, I hope he, "Rest in peace" (go, go) Man, how you feel? Can you keep it real? Roses in my grill Flowers in the field, even in the grave 'Cause that's where I'ma chill, ain't nothing for a lowlife, still Heart broke and my own love kills (Badmon, king) (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo) Uh, dying to live, you're living to die I knew a couple real niggas that didn't survive 'Cause fake niggas still alive, and living a lie Hidden in disguise, think it harder just to recognize (yuh) Maybe the reason why Jesus got crucified They screw you over right after they get you scrutinized Well bitch, I'm self made, fuck being supervised Like fuck, I look like, listening to some suits and ties? (Nigga) Born alone, so we die alone You niggas rather see me gone, so I ride with chrome (bah-bah) I got God on my phone like I ain't staying long (brrr) Devil on my back making sure that I make it home I'm tryna carry on tradition, they ain't tryna listen Ain't a prescription strong enough for my mental condition Kamikaze visions, I've been having premonitions Why kill yourself, when you can kill the competition? What is life if he don't even wanna live? (Woo) See my name up on a shirt, I hope he, "Rest in peace" (go, go) Man, how you feel? Can you keep it real? Roses in my grill Flowers in the field, even in the grave 'Cause that's where I'ma chill, ain't nothing for a lowlife, still Heart broke and my own love kills
Writer(s): Edy Edouard, Jacob Rivera, Manny Salas, Jo-vaighn Virgnie, Mike Gamas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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