Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Dan Garcia
Dan Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
Christian Rondon
Christian Rondon
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buda & Grandz
Buda & Grandz
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Producer
RondonBeats
RondonBeats
Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Lee “PremeDream” Wiggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

See the problem is you trust too many niggas Cut them niggers off man Got used to cutting ties A bunch of niggas I had love for Medics like the pharmacy More pistols than the gun store (more) Knowing I could run the extra mile Fuck would I punt for (why would I) A road runner I was in traffic fore I did one tour Seen some shit that made me pray Run around with felons Get your melon hit Leave it on the court Cause niggas came to play (leave it) On my line stressing Telling me I need to change my ways (fucks) I ran up like three milli on gang How could I stay the same (how) Louis Vuitton ball kicks Water from the district This is not that out the mall shit (water) You ain't been online We checked your story get your dog hit Fly nigga talk shit High nigga starship Plug in Detroit Fiends biting he selling dog shit It's fentanyl Canine sniff the trunk I make the dog sick Don't get involved bullets made his jeans skinny He used to shop at big and tall Ask him how he know me Tryna bro me That ain't my nigga dog Really ain't your dog if you fall out And there's a chick involved Shorty couldn't handle getting punched He got a stick involved Shots ricochet off the pavement Knock the lit one off All for the love of this money Hundreds we peelin off heavy I remember talking bout this lifestyle with my celly (Remember) Even if you thinking that We light we pull up heavy Looking at them jeans I almost crashed that ass so heavy Fucking up my back This chain I got on is so heavy Plain Jane Prezi speakers blasting Machiavelli (Pac) Pillow talking niggas Asking bitches what they tell me (I know) If there ain't no more bullets I promise this knife is ready (I promise) Weight all on my shoulders made me stronger Life is heavy (Heavy) Heavy I feel like big L smoking this L got on my helli (rest up) I got out the projects Shouts to Nas Fuck you gon tell me (let's go) I'm walking through Kingston Like I'm Tommy buns and Belly I know some St. Louis bitches treat me like I'm Nelly Nigga you ain't ballin like the jelly fam You jelly (jelly) Spinning out the lot Forgiato's or Pirelli (skkrr) Plenty early mornings on that corner in my pelly Could have bust another rollie down I bought a deli I know about late nights With real hitters that break night (I know) You won't make it to the daylight Shock niggas like stage freight Day party at daylight That's Vegas I hit BT She die to know what I taste like Idle threats I don't take light Mami just got her ass done Know how I know it don't shake right Niggas die young we don't age right We don't get old We just take flight Another bottle get cracked open Some niggas act like they hate life I don't trust nothing keep two Kay's like ye wife I remember talking bout this lifestyle with my celly (Remember) Even if you thinking that We light we pull up heavy Looking at them jeans I almost crashed that ass so heavy Fucking up my back This chain I got on is so heavy Plain Jane Prezi speakers blasting Machiavelli (Pac) Pillow talking niggas Asking bitches what they tell me (I know) If there ain't no more bullets I promise this knife is ready (I promise) Weight all on my shoulders made me stronger Life is heavy Heavy
Writer(s): David Brewster, Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, Michael Richard Kuzoian, James Thomas Burns, Christian Rondon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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