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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Devante Wilkes
Songwriter
John Carlos Ramirez
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goose
Producer
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Mattazik Muzik
Producer
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And I get it, I'm the one different, they ain't on what I be on
They ain't spend a night in front of no **** home
They don't what beef is like unless they put in the song
I'ma start the war before ever admitting that I'm wrong
It's my pride again
And these tens have me dying to spend
And you be playing till yo' mans end up dying again
A real stepper, when it's pressure, stand on all the biz
Player, he ain't know I was a snake, till I smile and he see it
See, I'm slimy but look how many mouths I fed
**** be fighting with they demons, I put mines to bed
Found out she fucking, it crushed me 'cause the time I spent
Should've told me they was fucking 'fore the child was here
Know they told you 'bout the island, it's piranhas there
Got my gun and catching old ones, he getting loud, he scared
[Chorus]
Ain't no way you can survive in the wild
I been out here awhile
I lost soldiers and lieutenants to get it how it is now
I ain't kneel or bow, I ain't pretend, I vowed, manage to win somehow
And I seen blood from war, oughta wash off your hand
Do you think?
I seen war, oughta wash off your hand
I seen love that you thought that it was end up lying to your face
[Verse 2]
And I've been trying to stay away
Adderall, Promethazine, I'm trying to stay awake
Told me they was gon' fall through, I waited around, they flaked on me
'Posed to be my dawg but you tell broads that you gon' take from me
Damn homie, I just hope your mom can take the pressure when we blame on you
Ain't no copping deuces, I'm just playing, you gotta stand on it
Really I'm too booked up for that bullshit, put my mans on it
Make sure it go through, stick to the plan, homie
Caught me by myself, you **** ran from me
We gon' tear this motherfucker up, they put a hand on me
Got his baby momma in the tuck, she right here laying on me
I just gave her twenty-thousand bucks, say this for gas money
I been putting every dollar up like it's my last money
I can't go broke, everybody ask for somethin', I can't say no
You done crossed the line too far, I can't let it go
And it really fucked my head up but I can't let it show
'Cause everybody knows me
I'm sending an invoice out to anyone who owes me
I ain't really tripping off your bitch, dawg, she chose me
I'm for my team, it ain't no game, you can't control me
[Chorus]
Ain't no way you can survive in the wild
I been out here awhile
I lost soldiers and lieutenants to get it how it is now
I ain't kneel or bow, I ain't pretend, I vowed, manage to win somehow
And I seen blood from war, oughta wash off your hand
Do you think?
I seen war, oughta wash off your hand
I seen love that you thought that it was end up lying to your face
Written by: Devante Wilkes, Dominique' Jones, George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Matthew Robinson