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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Yungeen Ace
Voz
YBEEZY
Voz
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Paul Davis Gachie
Letrista
Marcel Holmes
Letrista
Keyanta Bullard
Letrista
Jake Martin
Letrista
Anthony Phillips
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
TWO Producers
Producción
Ant Chamberlain
Producción
Cory Washington
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
Everybody ain't your friend
Just because they hang around you
And laugh with you
Doesn't mean that there for you
Just because they say they got your back
Doesn't mean they won't stab you in it
People pretend well
Jealousy sometimes don't live far
So know your circle
At the end of the day
Real situations expose fake people
So pay attention
Gotta let this shit up off my chest like, "Oh-ayy-ayy"
You ain't finna believe the shit I say like, "No way-ayy"
And all these bitch ass niggas fraud
Everything that shines is not a star
Everybody want me to go back to my old ways
Painting my picture like I'm a menace to society
They steady trying to hang me for all these bodies
They say I tote Glocks post on the block call hits from around the corner
They say I bust tops, break in homes, and I'm the one that put it on 'em
They say I'm the sickest with that glizzy and catching bodies is me having fun
All this shit at early age when I hopped out and caught me one
They say that boy got blind ways thinking 'bout suicide on the highway
Need a peace of mind, he still go through shit even though he smiling
That Draco hit, this AR split his body up in two ways
Walk up on the side of him smiling, trying to erase that nigga soul away
Got crazy thoughts up in his mind, he seen a picture of hisself dying
Russian Roulette, spin it one more time
They said it's a dark, dark road where that boy headed
(It's a dark, dark road where that boy headed)
Ain't no wasting time, life on the line
They say it's a wild, wild boy with two guns
He hold it steady (he a wild, wild boy)
Ain't no wasting time, murder on his mind
They said it's a dark, dark road where that boy headed
(It's a dark, dark road where that boy headed)
Ain't no wasting time, life on the line
They say it's a wild, wild boy with two guns
He hold it steady (he a wild, wild boy)
Ain't no wasting time, murder on his mind
He a convicted felon, he still tote 'Ks
He tryna to make it through the day
No one to his own and he lives all alone
Post at the park after dark
He watch them die, they drew the chalk
He never explained about what he saw
Voices in his head but he barley talk
Keep a gun, they can tell by the way he walk (the way he walk, ayy)
And music his therapy (his therapy)
He ain't got no beliefs (no beliefs)
It's been 'bout three days, he still ain't eat
Made it out the hood
But his heart still in the streets
Police steady trying to lock him up
For what's already done in the streets
Our people creeped, knocked off his head
'Cause I don't want him around me
Lord, forgive me if I bust my nigga head
For trying to drown me
Don't sink my ship, this not The Titanic
Kill me, I rather you bust my head
Than try to tell on me to get a life sentence
They said it's a dark, dark road where that boy headed (fuck)
Ain't no wasting time
Life on the line (fuck all this shit)
They say it's a wild, wild boy with two guns
He hold it steady (I'm ready to die right now)
Ain't no wasting time, murder on his mind (fuck it)
They said it's a dark, dark road where that boy headed
Ain't no wasting time, life on the line (life on the line)
They say it's a wild, wild boy with two guns
He hold it steady (he hold it steady)
Ain't no wasting time, murder on his mind (murder on his mind)
Mm-hm-mm
Fuck that shit, I ain't runnin' 'bout shit
Nah, spin off, fuck that
I drift alone
Writer(s): Anthony Phillips, Keyanta Bullard, Marcel Holmes, Jake Martin, Pauldavis Gachie
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