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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Millyz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Myles Lockwood
Texte
April4th Beats
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coldspring motel
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Igor Oliinyk
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Federal investigation, a lot of suckers praying I'ma lose
Couldn't pay him no attention, I was paying all my dues
Picture breaking bread with someone that was breaking all the rules
Bitches ghosted, now I jump up in this phantom and just cruise
Seven thousand on the outfit, I've been living outrageous
Million dollar earning came from minimum wages
You got to stay away from envy 'cause that shit is contagious
A.R. pistol under pillows, that's my living arrangements
See me from a distance, think I'm shining, but it's dark in my soul
Lawyer fees and bail money, I did a lot for the bros
Supposed to lift it up and blame, he end up dropping the pole
Wasn't cut out for this life, he heard them shots and he froze
Muslim homies with me, I've been crossed like a Christian
They added jealousy with hatred, that's the cost of division
Brody got a life sentence, lawyer asked if I could talk
To the victim's family and hope they find it in the heart to forgive him
He got to come home
[Chorus]
Nail to the cross, feel like I'm crucified
Cut these bitches off, can't do no goofy vibes
Trying to get me offed, know thats a suicide
Businessman, I'm getting money with no suit and tie
Had to do it 'cause it's do or die
Spelling out my pain, I take the rain and make a bluer sky
Quarter million on my body, send me up for it
We don't do the disrespect, send me up for it
Can't take a dollar from my pocket, send me up for it
Never telling on my partners, send me up for it
[Verse 2]
You got a loved one you can trust, that's a luxury
I was always good with women, but the money made them lust for me
I tried to tell her we just fucking, you don't fuck with me
You don't be there at my lowest
You like standing on them couches, getting drunk with me
Let's be real if I had bail you wouldn't come for me
And if you knew my depression, you wouldn't comfort me
But every time we fuck, I make you cum for me
Racing to me just so you can run from me
I'm knowing how the world turns
Knowing how the cookie crumbles
Paid it with this rap, but ain't a pack that I couldn't hustle
Ain't a drill that I wouldn't spin, a fight that I wouldn't tussle
Let this knife or the fully bust you
What you know about having muscle?
I can really send them out
Them people want to catch me making hits
Send a prayer, I don't make a wish
We headed to the bank with this
Gotta level up my loved ones before I go yeah, that's some gangster shit
Might catch me in a suit and tie, no diamonds just a handkerchief
This b7
[Chorus]
Nail to the cross, feel like I'm crucified
Cut these bitches off, can't do no goofy vibes
Trying to get me offed, know thats a suicide
Businessman, I'm getting money with no suit and tie
Had to do it because it's do or die
Spelling out my pain, I take the rain and make a bluer sky
Quarter million on my body, send me up for it
We don't do the disrespect, send me up for it
Can't take a dollar from my pocket, send me up for it
Never telling on my partners, send me up for it
Written by: Myles Lockwood