Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Rick Ross
Vocals
The-Dream
Vocals
Daoud
Programming
Jake One
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Press
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics
Steven Victor
Songwriter
Daoud Anthony
Composer
Jacob Dutton
Composer
Justin Kim
Songwriter
Terius Gesteelde - Diamant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Daoud
Producer
Jake One
Producer
Ryan Press
Producer
Tali Zara Sulcas
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Brandon Harding
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
So how can I be anything I wanna be
If I die in my dreams?
Uh
Heard you talkin' on my name
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh)
It's gon' be a manslaughter (biggest)
Or Homicide (may your name live forever, baby)
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (I felt you, yes)
So many problems I can kill with just a text
Not many barbers put a razor to my neck
So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects
So when it come to opps, murder I expect
Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on one spot
White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block
The rain man, my stocks is one to watch
Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots
Bomboclaat niggas in drop tops
I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines
Still keepin' it real, every word and line
Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin' time
It's gon' be a manslaughter (biggest) or homicide (RIP to the real)
If you fuckin' with me (may your name live forever, you hear me?)
Or one of mines (Lord)
It's gon' be a manslaughter (huh) or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
Four-door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps 'til the clip end
40 carats on my wrist, yeah
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
Four-door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smoking opps 'til the clip end
40 carats on my wrist, yeah
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days
I'm missin' you these days
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days
I'm missin' you these days
Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them
Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na
Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them
Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na
So how can I be anything (how can I be anything?)
I wanna be (I just wanna be, baby)
If I die (I just wanna be free)
In my dreams? (Oh, oh, oh-woah, ooh woah)
Hey
Just wanna fly free
I just want to be me
I just want to live out all my dreams
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, William Leonard Roberts, Ryan Presson, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Steven William Victor, Justin Kim, Joseph Nguyen, Terius Gesteelde-diamant
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