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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duvy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tafari Minott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tilla
Producer
Lyrics
When you park the foreign in the lot
That shit feel different
When you from the bottom playing
With racks, that shit feel different
Had a revolver, now its Glock and
That shit shoot different
When you losing niggas you with
Everyday, it hit different
I'm from the trenches, niggas die
Young
And you can't tell me not to live it, I
Was there
Police run down, saying, "Hands up"
But I ain't gon' stop, I got my pipe
And that bitch here
Head hurt on hard days, that shit
Don't last long
In these streets no wasting time no days off
I've been serving that pack like a waiter
They quick to leave and run right
Back, ain't finna play with y'all
I bet my brother, he bust your head
Trigger finger retarded (for real)
That that dumb way from bro, he ain't
Missing the target (for real)
Promise we handled the broken
Apartments
My heart on fire like how did it started
That nigha said you was real told on
A nigga, you both fake
It was vacant houses now it vacays
It was fast cars with baby Ks
And when we ride bet he gon' catch a fade (ye ye)
If we ain't making money, bet we tryna take a face
How you say I'm trippin'? Dior sandals, it got no laces
Fuck, I can't ball when my brothers give me headaches
Ball like Trae Young, too many die young
When you park the foreign in the lot, that shit feel different
When you from the bottom playing with racks, that shit feel different
Had a revolver, now it's Glock and that shit shoot different
When you losing niggas you with everyday, it hit different
I'm from the trenches, niggas die young
And you can't tell me not to live it, I was there
Police run down, saying, "Hands up"
But I ain't gon' stop, I got my pipe, and that bitch here
Block baby turned to star
Prolly blow twenty in the mall
I had it hard
'Cause I'm a blood, you think these Louboutins?
Rocking Balenciaga runners with some Marni
Out here I'm gambling with my life and you ain't call me
Brodie got all type of purple stuff, sellin'
Barney
I'm on the TV now, would I ever meet Zendaya?
I was wearing Playboy, so she think that I'm a player
My life be a roller coaster, spinning yo' spot
Just like a mafia
I'ma turn the bros to bosses, gotta move cautious (No Bapp)
Don't pick me if I am a option
Pick and choose, picking your partner
Diamond chain, he used to have rosary
Young nigga prezzy plain, she know this is not cheap
She said "Boy, you cocky"
She know nigga not me
Rock CCs off Roxies
Ain't no butler, But I was frontline with the heat
Nigga like me, I'll never leave it
Keep the stick like maple leafs
For real though
Southside, Southside Shit
Long live all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas
Yeah
Writer(s): Duvy
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