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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Vocals
Lil Zay Osama
Vocals
David Morse
Programming
Dj Bandz
Programming
DJ FMCT
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Morse
Songwriter
Devonte Richmond
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Isaiah Dukes
Songwriter
Maliki Decampos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Morse
Producer
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Dj Bandz
Producer
DJ FMCT
Producer
Lyrics
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Turned her to some-
Felt at home, felt in love
I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
Fillin' up my system with these drugs, I'm feelin' stranded
When you don't get that love from your niggas, you feel abandoned
Thought I was gon' change 'cause that money came drastic
It's hard to beat these cases when they got that shit on camera
Seen that shit on camera, I told them niggas, "I need answers"
So many funerals, you gotta lock in with the pastor
When you broke, they love you more, money come, you'll get to clashin'
Pull up to my hood, everybody gon' pop outside with a ski-mask
When you say, "It's war," for that check, they shoot up your repast
Hungry nights, you ain't got no food, you'll go to sleep fast
By your side, when you at your lowest, they'll try to leave fast
I need prescriptions to feel like I'm gifted (gifted, gifted...)
I take care of my niggas and God is my witness (witness, witness...)
When you hear rumors come from your niggas, that shit hit different (shit hit different)
When you really got it out the mud, that's a big difference
Streets know that they can't play with my name, I bitched the big niggas
Fell out with my dawgs some weeks ago, I gotta get with 'em (I gotta get with 'em)
Niggas postin' all them guns gon' get us all indicted
Cut ties with third-party hoods 'cause they ass felt entitled
You ain't from my block, you don't even know us, foenem don't even like you (snitches)
Snitches praisin' snitches, niggas bitches, that shit black and whited
I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
I take care of my people, can't nobody say I'm stingy
Foenem think I changed, don't pop out as they pay me
Always stay the same, but that money came in handy, uh
I need prescriptions to feel like I'm gifted (gifted, gifted...)
I take care of my niggas and God is my witness (witness, witness...)
Writer(s): David Morse, Isaiah G Dukes, Maliki Decampos, Devonte Cortez Richmond, Durk D Banks
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