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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Performer
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
John Groover
Songwriter
Darius Barnes
Darius Barnes
Songwriter
Darius Brown
Darius Brown
Songwriter
Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Phonix Beats
Phonix Beats
Producer
Christopher Anthems
Christopher Anthems
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh (Mike & Keys, Mike & Keys) They'll never take me alive from where the skinny niggas slide (uh) Songs with Mary J. Blige, seen 'em die over they pride (uh) I can never confide (never), in authority, not the kind Me and Ro was just buildin', that's my ahk, but he call me "Slime" (hey) Had to get out and grind, watch family cross the line (uh) I could never co-sign, your name on that dotted line (I can't) Every time I got bail, momma would tell me, "Be calm" I was destined to fail, but the Lord allowed me to shine (shine) We was low the 'jects, you seen what happened? Never mind Now they throwin' me sex, I'm like a tree they tryna climb (ow) Niggas knew I was next You resemble rats and pigs, a cobra at best (snake) Send your driver with a wig, go on and chauffeur your death (boom) Sometimes I get in my feelings, I think no one is left (no one) It feel like everyone gone (everybody) Aunt Barbara told me I was right, and everyone wrong (Barb') Back when Chet was in the Navy, Halle Berry was on (uh) Brian left, I seen my pops cry, dead in his arms 2008, Barbara left, thought I would never move on (never) Life's crazy, memories buried, some of them clear Pops raised me (uh), so did the block, nothin' I fear I'm Swayze (I'm Swayze, nigga) The ghosts of these niggas lookin' for Demi Moore (come on) The Henny poured when the brodie died, then we did some more (did some more) Death over designer, died with his Fendi on I hate rats, I don't like when my daughter put Mickey on (I hate it) Ah-oh, oh-ah Ah-oh, oh-ah Ah-oh, oh-ah Ah-oh, oh-ah (yeah, uh) They got me mobbin' like I'm low and ready to get my slug on (ah) I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't scared like the last nigga if they test me (not me) Trust, niggas never wanna discuss the way they left me (nah) Dust, I left them motherfuckers while I'm smashed (skrrt) Ramadan is on my mind, don't need no problems fast (Inshallah) Mafioso, like the Genovese (uh) Came up from nothin', niggas never gave me anything (nah) Don't talk about it, I get mad Lord done blessed me with this paper (blessed me) Had to be the way I am, it's in my nature (it's in my nature) I know these niggas wanna stop the way I eat (uh-huh) I'm real, I cannot sleep, and every day is just a struggle Got to hustle just to breathe and I been Ballin' low, don't let 'em tell you Devil will fail you, you get in touch with Allah, you might get help We raisin' Hell A nigga from the gutter, word to mother, we rough (word to mother) Police (uh), they cuff us, we don't give a fuck Still on the scene 'cause I love the green (still, I love it) Until they kill me, I'll be livin' this life I know you feel me, so much change (so much) We been smashin' on these niggas, nigga, that's what we do Fuck (so much to change, ah-oh, ah-oh) We keep pushin' that line (so much to change, ah-oh, ah-oh) You know I'm sayin'? Yeah (time changed things so) So much to change, things ain't the same, man It ain't like back in the days (so much to change, ah-oh, ah-oh) Back in the days, we pushed a different life We lived by the code (we lived by the code) You see what I'm sayin', man? You know I was tellin' a lil' homie the other day, I was like man "What do you wanna-, what do you wanna do when you grow up, nigga?" He said, "I wanna be like you, Kurupt" I said, "You don't wanna be like me, nigga Be ya own man, stand on ya own ten toes (ya own ten toes) You dig what I'm sayin'?" (You dig what I'm sayin'?)
Writer(s): David Brewster, John Groover, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Ricardo Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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