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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
The Alchemist
Programming
Volker Kriegel & Mild Maniac Orchestra
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rich Gains
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Young cocaine
Dream
Go to sleep, like
See the Grim Reaper and the **** said, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah-yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Like every night I dream a **** tryna murder me
Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
'Cause I jacked a **** and took his work, man, I made it work for me
If he come back and kill me, I know this shit was business, man, I never take it personally
Skinny black ****, rich off rap, sweat on my own back
**** ain't show me how to cook, had to fuck up my own batch
Dumb high, Marty McFly
Put down the crack, bet on myself
Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac
Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back
Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back
Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that
These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap
How can a **** cope with that?
Man, my uncle died off a overdose
And the fucked up part about that is I know I supplied the **** that sold it
Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions
I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'
Loner but I hate to be lonely
I fuck a bitch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies
If I fall off or get locked up she might just fuck on the homies
Most **** die over love for a bitch or havin' trust in they homies
A skinny black ****, rich off rap
My **** baby mom a fiend, can't keep his bitch off smack
She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
He told me look after his kids, then a week later that bitch turned up whacked
It's just the code, **** (Yeah)
I pray Allah protect my soul, ****
Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, **** (Fear)
'Cause I was livin' by the code, ****, yeah
Gang
[Outro]
That's how we feel, if we die
It's like, we go kill one of them
****, one of them die
'Cause they down for it, they had get took out
Then they came back
And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
'Til everybody just drop it
Written by: The Alchemist