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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Stimme und Gesang
Alan Lomax
Alan Lomax
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter:in
Lavell Crump
Lavell Crump
Songwriter:in
Steven Thornton
Steven Thornton
Songwriter:in
Alan Lomax
Alan Lomax
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Banner
David Banner
Produzent:in
SWIFF D
SWIFF D
Co-Produzent:in
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mischtechniker:in
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah So help me God, alright Uh, uh Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah Before all these people lost jobs, Khary couldn't find one He ain't really ask me for nothin', it's time rob somethin' (It's time) People more in tune with their senses than in the Bible 'Round here you sold dope or pussy, it's called survival (True) Middle finger to pigs, 12, feds, and 5-0 (Fuck 'em) Niggas call you when they want somethin' just like a side hoe My mind blown, when I was down niggas was blindfold Grind mode, still sellin' bags when I was signed though That's a sign though, I'm on one mode (Mode), I'm in Cabo (Cabo) Mike Amiri, Dior like I'm Pop Smoke On the top floor, listen carefully, this the top floor (Top) I've been poppin' up on people head like July 4th (Poppin') Partner died I didn't cry, guess my tears is dried up When I was winnin', you weren't clappin' for me, your hands was tied up (Tied) And I'm tired of all this pain that's inside of me (Inside) Talkin' to my demons and they told me that they were proud of me (Proud of me, proud, proud) They wait for you to die They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) They wait for you to die Takin' drugs not prescribed, tryna mask what's inside Be the first one to say, I'm the last of my kind Yeah, it's two-step aside, not the one, I'm a vibe All the rage that's inside, durin' a plague I survive I'm God's favorite (Yeah) And when it come to the drip, I'm a navy ship (Boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm still up in this bitch, ain't no baby steps (Nah) I jumped over the fence They wait for you to die, so they can sit reminisce (Reminisce, reminisce) I mean you got, some people out here Waitin' on you to die so they can take your girl (Uh, uh) They wait for you to die The labels waitin' on you to die (Yeah) So they can sit reminisce about you Some people waitin' on you to die They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) So they can sit and talk shit about you (About you, about you) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah They waitin' on you to die so they can get some materialistic things They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) Oh you know, you know grandma left me the house, you know She left me the car They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) You know (Uh) Did they have life insurance? (Uh) Who gon' to pay for the funeral? (Uh) They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) What you mean you been doin' all that hustlin' and ain't got nothin' saved up So when you die, you leave that responsibility to someone else? (Damn) They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) You gotta get a Go Fund me account, or, or some shit like that They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) You gotta raise money But see if, see if I don't pay for the funeral They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die) I ain't, I ain't a real nigga no more You ain't real no more Man, come on with that shit They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)
Writer(s): Alan Lomax, Lavell W. Crump, Tauheed Epps, Steven Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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