Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MIST
MIST
Vocals
MoStack
MoStack
Vocals
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MoStack
MoStack
Songwriter
Rhys Thomas Sylvester
Rhys Thomas Sylvester
Songwriter
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Producer
Sean D
Sean D
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Is this a Swifter beat?) Being rich feels weird, but being broke feels shit This is real rap, you can't get sturdy to this Times I had to burn me a bridge, hurt me did We went outside when our boy turned snitch (yeah-yeah-yeah) So much shit on my mind, I admit I thought of suicide, I admit I'm a fuck that cries, I admit But they don't know the life that I've lived MoStack and MIST (MoStack) Mazzolina, like scraps fused that dippin' in the beamer (yo, I'm gone) I tear the whole scene up, smoke with smoke, let it fly lean up (let it fly) I really had to get my cream up (ah), cash rules everything around me If you see my jewels, that means my click, click's around here I used to flick a penny and wish I had found it In an ideal planet, my team's really organic Three mumps, two coffins got carib (bro) Bored with God, far from satanic (ah) I see life through different dynamics (ah) Stay out of what you don't concern (nigga) It ain't nothing to be strapped backstage at ya concert Top work moving that posh bird, clock work Heat you in the chest with the moss bird Party with my army, push button start, no car key Keyless entry, tempt me Three-five-seven is lengthy, emptied I bet that stays in ya memory, my nephew rob cars They gave it five and a half, they really wanna give 'em centuries Pull up in my Bentley, it's really hard to dispense it Ah, when you're number one trending Being rich feels weird, but being broke feels shit This is real rap, you can't get sturdy to this Times I had to burn me a bridge, hurt me did We went outside when our boy turned snitch (yeah-yeah-yeah) So much shit on my mind, I admit I thought of suicide, I admit I'm a fuck that cries, I admit But they don't know the life that I've lived When we lost Moff, it was a hard year Before that, I thought deaf meant you can't hear I've been witnessing death from a young age I saw a dead body down, I can't stare I've been grindin', livin' off of Mac Dee's I told boy, "I got you, 'cause you had me" If I ever go to Heaven, I'll be happy But then again, I heard Hell had the bad beast You think 'cause we got monies, we don't feel pain? There's enough times, man could've slit vein There's a war outside and they ain't safe You think that's all they peaking at your clan? I admit, man, there's times when I need a hug I admit, I can light, but no really love If fucks don't cry, then I ain't a fuck It's hard times, get your prayers up (yuh) Being rich feels weird, but being broke feels shit This is real rap, you can't get sturdy to this Times I had to burn me a bridge, hurt me did We went outside when our boy turned snitch (yeah-yeah-yeah) So much shit on my mind, I admit I thought of suicide, I admit I'm a fuck that cries, I admit But they don't know the life that I've lived (yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah, I admit) (I admit, I live) (Being rich feels weird) (Being broke feels shit) (I admit, I live) Real talk
Writer(s): Omari Mosi Woolley, Samuel Daley Montell, Rhys Thomas Sylvester Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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