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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Composer
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composer
Jeremie Damon Pennick
Jeremie Damon Pennick
Composer
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Composer
Sami Hamed
Sami Hamed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The ANMLS
The ANMLS
Producer
$kinny
$kinny
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I play to win, my old foes tryna make amends (Who?)
Just 'cause we got the same enemies, that don't make us friends
Nothing's makin' sense, I'm watchin' angels sin
I'm seein' demons repent so now I play the fence
When I got nothin' left to give, that's when they take offense
Life through these black shaded tints, Maybach Mercedes Benz
They came and went like pretend friends in the latest trends (Underdog)
Fuck a undercard, I'm the main event
My body covered in tattoos and battle scars (Uh)
Made it through the dark, I guess the sky was out of stars
Late night so high
We don't say, "Hi", We say, "Safe flight"
My energy big, I feel like Frank White (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Money on the table like the poker stars (Wow)
I send your bitch to Vegas where they overcharge
In the kitchen with the culinary (Griselda)
I smoke so much I'm fuckin' up my pulmonary
[Verse 3]
I got two bitches one a ratchet and one my wife
One I cock before bed, the other I kiss goodnight
I know that money made y'all soft, not us, we still hungry
Y'all make enough just to pay bills monthly and feel comfy
Any bitch I bought a bag for trust me she carried yay
I use to rarely play now everyday it's Perrier
I stood on East ferry late, I was trappin' but barely ate
Now it's water in my jewelry case like Erie lake, yeah
You know it's money on the table like the poker stars
****, and I can make you famous when the coke dissolve
It's hard to trust ****, they only begin off loyal
So the best advice somebody can give you is get a lawyer (Motherfucker)
[Verse 4]
Too much stress, I was playin' chess with the reaper
Million dollar man puttin' rappers in the sleeper
I mean this shit is crazy, they say I'm actin' different lately
Fools gold, I swear to god this shit fugazy
In the kitchen, chickens on me whippin' gravy
And life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch who raised me
Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch who raised me
Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch who raised me
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, Faris Al-Majed, Jeremie Damon Pennick, Richard Muñoz, Sami Hamed
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