Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
Dean Hall
Dean Hall
Programming
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Programming
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Hall
Dean Hall
Songwriter
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Malita Rice
Malita Rice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Hall
Dean Hall
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye
Coulda put a opp on camera
Told my shooter "Please record it"
I buy it and wear it one time
'Cause I remember I couldn't afford it
**** my piss dirty right now
All that fake shit ain't my kind
This shit ain't happen overnight
I had to put in overtime
Sippin' codeine to taste it
Savin' my paper for cases
I don't care how the world see me
To my hood I'm great, yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me fuck, thank you
Two hoes, one me
Guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into
[Verse 2]
All my **** in the streets
It left it hard for me to sleep
My gun jammin' in my dreams
When I be tryna kill the reaper
Have you ever been all alone
And you was still seein' people?
I don't know if it's just me
I don't know if it's some demons
I'm tryna yell in my dreams and
Don't nobody hear me screamin'
I talk to God in silence
I know he hear a **** thinkin'
I love Draco with all my heart
I told him he no longer my partner
You my brother
Told Dion you gotta stop slangin' them choppas
You gotta hustle
Aye, shootouts back to back
In the hood, them bullets aimless
And all them junkies want a sheet
Ain't talkin blankets
**** die and then the world
Act like it never happened
Forget about you right after that
Rest In Peace status
Me and Ghetto got a bond
That ain't nobody got
I hope my **** get a bond
When them bodies drop
Through sign language at the dealership
Maybe cause I don't talk a lot
[Verse 3]
Coulda put a opp on camera
Told my shooter "Please record it"
I buy it and wear it one time
'Cause I remember I couldn't afford it
**** my piss dirty right now
All that fake shit ain't my kind
This shit ain't happen overnight
I had to put in overtime
Sippin' codeine to taste it
Savin' my paper for cases
I don't care how the world see me
To my hood I'm great yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me fuck, thank you
Two hoes, one me
Guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into
[Verse 4]
Thought I was stuck in the hood
I made a way
And gave my **** hope
Now I do shows out of town
I count my paper
And give my **** hoes
Gave that bitch 200 dollars
And she givin' me her soul
How the hell he get out 3 times
And that **** on parole?
I'm just coolin' with my slimes
The ones who know to lock the code
**** can't fool me
Like you ridin'
**** was happy to see me go
**** can't fool me
Like you cryin'
**** was happy to see me joce
I done seen way too many turned hoes
Ain't you the same ****
That was cuttin' up at my shows?
Ain't you the same **** that
Was beggin to go on the road with me?
I talked to Mega yesterday
He kept stressin' that he missin' me
He don't even know
I shed tears on the phone
Dirty world that we live in
Made your soul turn to ice
I wish Ceelo was livin'
But he was gone before my eyes
Why the fuck did I trust 'em
I knew they was all tellin' lies?
I'ma put this tape in
And I'ma watch it all night
[Verse 5]
Coulda put a opp on camera
Told my shooter "Please record it"
I buy it and wear it one time
'Cause I remember I couldn't afford it
**** my piss dirty right now
All that fake shit ain't my kind
This shit ain't happen overnight
I had to put in overtime
Sippin' codeine to taste it
Savin' my paper for cases
Don't care how the world see me
To my hood I'm great, yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me fuck, thank you
Two hoes, one me
Guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into
Written by: Dean Hall, Emily Alexander, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford, Milan Modi
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