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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Dougie on the Beat
Dougie on the Beat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Whitehead
Douglas Whitehead
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Dougie on the Beat
Dougie on the Beat
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it And I can't lie, I been on my mind and I ain't heard this killing Too many guys been switching sides, it's only getting realer Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat) All the money deals made me stress more Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em And when it come to my mother, don't even check on Money and violence, I'm like, "Fuck it, we wyling" Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "Fuck we, we sliding" Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island and clear my mind up And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up My homie called me 'bout some cash, it fucked my mind up Niggas was biting down my back, it fucked my spine up You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us You tryna slime us Trust getting lower as the money go up Heart getting colder, I've been very sober When they say the opps died, we ain't tripping, we like, "So what?" We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over It's over It's over (ha-ha) It's over They thought it was over, we got low in the city I walk in, unload, and I might blow like 350 Tell my youngin go, and he will spin 'til he dizzy Feeling lucky to be my bro' before my enemies get me And I just wanna know his life from the beginning Thought I was losing, they was switching sides They tried to win and we winning (yeah), yeah Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers And problems breaking down, but now my Phantom got a chauffeur And I done bulletproofed the Rover I can't trust nobody, I can't even invite nobody over Perc'ies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer (Hope this money bring us closer) Hope the money bring us closer Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders Niggas thought that it was over I've been doing my thing all quarantine, tryna clean my soul up Niggas asking when I'm dropping shit, I was tryna get some closure I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments See my feelings, I won't want it They thought it was over, we got low in the city I walk in, unload, and I might blow like 350 Tell my youngin go, and he will spin 'til he dizzy Feeling lucky to be my bro' before my enemies get me And I just wanna know his life from the beginning Thought I was losing, they was switching sides They tried to win and we winning (yeah)
Writer(s): Robert Williams, Douglas Whitehead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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