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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
12Hunna
12Hunna
Programming
Dy
Dy
Programming
Morgan O'connor
Morgan O'connor
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Morgan O'connor
Morgan O'connor
Songwriter
12Hunna
12Hunna
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dy
Dy
Producer
12Hunna
12Hunna
Producer
Morgan O'connor
Morgan O'connor
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When you wake up off them pills, that feeling terrible
The worst thing to be known is when they scared of you
And they gon laugh right in your face when they ahead of you
And to be technical, that shit we do is federal
Holding tear backs from this life is so unbearable
You a copycat, that's not lean, that's Theraflu
I'ma jump from the top of my money with a parachute
And who you look up to? A ho I wouldn't dare salute
I keep taking care of my killers they wouldn't care to shoot
I got your address from a bitch just for a pair of shoes
You gotta text, like "He got hit", that shit be scary news
They told me get up out the streets, you can go back to school
[Verse 2]
My life hurt so bad, thinking 'bout if you was here what kind of life you would have
Nowadays the way we live, we live our life on the edge
Nowadays the way we live, you would die if you scared
[Verse 3]
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
[Verse 4]
Nobody put fear in us
I put real life inside this music, they not hearing us
I know it's real, I had some real killers tearing up
I did all I can for 'em, they not sincere enough
They stopped believing me way back then, they can't cheer with us
It get treacherous, that's why they don't mention us
Why you holdin' onto a snitch, just give that victim up
They can't take care us alone, that's why they cliquing up
They told me to go pop and give the trenches up
I say fuck that shit, four killers inside a Bentley truck
Would have been five, but one of them died, his soul was giving up
Wish I talked to him on the last call, told him live it up
[Verse 5]
Where the love? Where the love?
You know it's tiring tryna clean blood from a rug
You know it's tiring watching my back and ducking slugs
I know two robbers said they tired of sticking up
[Verse 6]
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
Written by: Durk Banks, Dwan Avery, Michael O'Brien, Morgan O'connor
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