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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
DMac
DMac
Programming
JD On The Track
JD On The Track
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David McDowell
David McDowell
Songwriter
Joao Duarte
Joao Duarte
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
DMac
DMac
Producer
JD On The Track
JD On The Track
Producer
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Producer

Lyrics

I can't lie Lately I ain't been feeling myself I'm on mars right now Woah-oah Looked at a picture of like damn, I really miss him Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missing? I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and millions Crossed by the ones I called my Heart hurt so much, I can't explain the feeling, yeah Who would ever knew these been the project buildin' Why have to keep it a thousand, I keep it a billion I damn near take you to three houses, don't make me a real one I sip cough syrup to ease the problems and pain that I'm feeling All out the roof of that Impala, like, "Father, forgive me" Due to the fact 'bout my lil' partner, thirty clips gets emptied All on my own, I ain't have no father, only in the fifth grade She'll be the one to take a Xan' I wasn't even old enough for to leave The house and go hang with my friends Next thing you know before I the leave the house, I gotta tuck my FN Starting kicking doors I had to take the street route to help granddad meet ends Clutching on the poles It was me and Leeky, don't try to load up suspense Sentenced 2 years up the road by the Judge for all them breaking the ends I was in a hold cell, super cold, just need my matt, pad, and pen You was on the basketball court When I was writin' flows in juvenile pen Started smoking ports soon as they Done let me out when I was turnin' sixteen I would have to sleep on dope boy Reeboks, then had a dope boy dream What's the chances you make it out? You might get knocked at eighteen Either rich or poor That shit's for sure, my feelings still be the same Looked at a picture of like damn, I really miss him Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missing? I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and millions Crossed by the ones I called my Heart hurt so much, I can't explain the feeling, yeah Who would ever knew these been the project buildin' Why have to keep it a thousand, I keep it a billion I damn near take you to three houses, don't make me a real one And I say I know It'll be the people sitting right close Tell me where you was, it was me and Luwop People change up for no reason, that's how life goes Different disagreements, same old sides though Boy, it hurt your heart when you seen on the obituary Seems like the one settled on me really hate that I made it I really came from the muddy mud of the muddy, yeah Pour up a cup of that bubbly Past life I lived, thought it was so marvelous Made it through the storm and I know they hate, that shit so obvious My heart so torn, do anything to see my gramma face yeah Tell me where you was, it was me and Luwop I swear last night I went to sleep inside some dope boy Reeboks This little whodie in the trenches having dope boy dreams Can't forget to mention that lil' homie took the C-R-I-P route My heart got broken and stolen and shattered all in one day My past 'til today Looked at a picture of like damn, I really miss him Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missing? I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and millions Crossed by the ones I called my Heart hurt so much, I can't explain the feeling, yeah Who would ever knew these been the project buildin' Why have to keep it a thousand, I keep it a billion I damn near take you to three houses, don't make me a real one
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, David Mcdowell, Joan Duarte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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