Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Taquan Sims
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Allen Smith
Songwriter:in
Taquan Sims
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jacob Klima
Ingenieur:in
Allen Smith
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I ain't recorded shit in a lil' minute
Time to get back to it though
Free my ****
RIP my ****
YGG shit
Just holla'd at AI it's always good to see him smile
Bro keepin' it together while he inching toward his trial
All these questions that I got, I tilt my head up to the sky
Thinkin' bout lil bro Jermaine
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
So many times I want to slide, but I have more up on my mind
I was stuck up in that trap until I noticed I was blind
Never minded what my granny told me till it was time
And she never told a lie
I look my daughter in her eyes
In this moment, I feel so alive
It was plenty nights, I coulda checked
Too deep in them trenches
I be thankin' God I up and left
I want the best for everybody, genuinely
When they rememberin, I wonder how they gon' remember me
Cause Lord knows
When you go that's when they say they love you most
Ain't worried bout my enemies, I keep who I love close
In real life, be tryin' to cope, I lost some people, I don't post
We used to sit all day and smoke
Now I gotta accept the fact you gone
Who you with?
My ****
Who the littest?
My ****
Who the biggest?
My ****
Walk down that sentence with
My ****
I'm a ride for
My ****
I'm a slide for
My ****
I'm a die for
My ****
Right beside
My ****
Who you with?
My ****
Who the littest?
My ****
Who the biggest?
My ****
Walk down that sentence with
My ****
I'm a ride for
My ****
I'm a slide for
My ****
I'm a die for
My ****
Right beside
My ****
My momma told me it'd be nights like this, I shoulda listened
Couldn't sleep at all, before Ess Jay called like a premonition
Now I'm stuck reminiscing
Hurtin' but I can't cry, don't wanna feel what I be feeling
I kill it by gettin' high
My gut wrenching just thinkin' bout it
I'm broken but keep it solid
Only talk when I be rappin, otherwise I just be about it
Hopin' I reach somebody and mold em, to go be great
Them **** done told you wrong if they told you it was too late
I came up outta 8th
Turned it into a P
That shit ain't do nothin' for me but bring jealousy in these streets
Was runnin, duckin' police
My **** locked for a B
My loyalty never wavered, I'm with em' until they free
Who you with?
My ****
Who the littest?
My ****
Who the biggest?
My ****
Walk down that sentence with
My ****
I'm a ride for
My ****
I'm a slide for
My ****
I'm a die for
My ****
Right beside
My ****
Who you with?
My ****
Who the littest?
My ****
Who the biggest?
My ****
Walk down that sentence with
My ****
I'm a ride for
My ****
I'm a slide for
My ****
I'm a die for
My ****
Right beside
My ****
Keep my head up to the sky
Written by: Allen Smith, Taquan Sims