Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
mbf dae
Künstler:in
Lil king
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sergeevich Saushckin
Komponist:in
Alexandr Ilich Elizarov
Komponist:in
deavius robinson
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
staysolidtrey
Produzent:in
Valo Enjy
Produzent:in
Letras
Try to chase my dreams but I don't know where to start
I'm from the trenches where we clappin' guns and carvin' hearts
Say I'm a real cool dude, be smart and play your part
Think you the shit? You better wipe it hard and leave a mark
Talkin' with these bitches, I done loved too hard and left some scars
Fuckin' with my head, she like to take the charge and pull my cards
It's 10 at night, I'm out here with my gun, I'm in the dark
Thought I just trapped a bitch, for me looked up, that bitch was far
I tried fuckin' with them jaws, ain't got my mind right
I'm still the demon in the dark, I'm tryna frown like
He flex the chain, we want it all up, drinkin' dry ice
Dumb bitch, the thot, she scores my dick, lil' bitch just grab pipe
I seen that cop gon' hit the corner, I got eagle sight
I need a free bitch, I might throw that boujee, not my type
I hope God forgive my sins, get mad, send shit to crash
Lil' bitch gon' take Ket and Key at your party e'ry night
Duffle bag, money, guns, Range Rovers
I been plottin' on this bitch, she finally came over
Look my demons in the eye that's what my gag told me
Hit that cut and pop it, I go home and chance called her
Try to chase my dreams but I don't know where to start
I'm from the trenches where we clappin' guns and carvin' hearts
Say I'm a real cool dude, be smart and play your part
Think you the shit? You better wipe it hard and leave a mark
Talkin' with these bitches, I done loved too hard and left some scars
Fuckin' with my head, she like to take the charge and pull my cards
It's 10 at night, I'm out here with my gun, I'm in the dark
Thought I just trapped a bitch, for me looked up, that bitch was far
These **** want me dead
I'm way too far ahead, shit gon' be hard
You clappin' shit up with a fuck ****
I don't see that pussy boy 'bout to play your part
Fucked up a bag or not, the Xan', the clothes, the jeans cost me a lot
Chains on a bitch, gon' froze, got paid for show, AP still one on one
We ain't children no more, we clap shit off the shore
I came in with all bare hoes, she got no time for it
Boujie bitch wanna have Chanel, that shit she can't afford
Poured out a duff' for show and tell, they constantly throwin' endorsements
That boy tried to play and made his own bed
And know when it was real we cleaned the streets, a lot of bloodshed
We did ourself fo' sure, they gotta give us a promise
Went and did this shit all by ourself, we had our own plan
Try to chase my dreams but I don't know where to start
I'm from the trenches where we clappin' guns and carvin' hearts
Say I'm a real cool dude, be smart and play your part
Think you the shit? You better wipe it hard and leave a mark
Talkin' with these bitches, I done loved too hard and left some scars
Fuckin' with my head, she like to take the charge and pull my cards
It's 10 at night, I'm out here with my gun, I'm in the dark
Thought I just trapped a bitch, for me looked up, that bitch was far
Looked up, that bitch was far
Written by: Alexandr Ilich Elizarov, Sergeevich Saushckin, deavius robinson