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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nik Frascona
Songwriter
Ozan Yildirim
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Nik D
Producer
OZ
Producer
Lyrics
Take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
So for any **** on that sucka shit, I'm no hoe, bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto
All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough, hoe
Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
**** came around now they extinct like Dodo's
Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took her to the telly now lil' baby going loco
She just give me face, ain't no fucking that's a no-no
And she going 30 early dirty no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I'm screaming fuck 12, all these fowl ass po-po
Yeah, ungh, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols
So that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shift me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm
You see, I can't ignore it
And you **** don't see it's in your brain you're snoring
And you sleep on me until you can't no more
And don't fake on me and try to play the boy
I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me
Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly
Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
Or why I feel like the opposition gon' bust me
If I gave you my heart would you still love me
Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me
Is it just me, yeah
Hold up, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols
So that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear they shifted me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm
Written by: Michael Lamar White II, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim