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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Gabriel Decastro
Songwriter
Giacomo Garotta
Songwriter
Joseph Nguyen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vxsma
Producer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Gabriel Decastro
Producer
Earl E. Washington
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, aye, I ain't even gon' lie
WildChild
Think the reason I fuck with John Wick so much 'cause
'Cause he was really chillin', you know he was really minding his business (Just like me)
Till **** came fucking with him and killed his dog and stole his car
So it's like at the end of the day, you know he, he really had a reason for
For fucking all them **** over
[Verse 1]
Tell me how you wanna change it
I got a mind full of evil thoughts
So how the fuck a **** gon' tame me?
You can't even blame him, why his heart full of anger
Can't send the addy to no stranger, that shit put us up in danger
Life of a gangster, try to tell my mama, she don't get it
And that's the same shit I try to tell my sister, they don't hear it
Like I done seen death so many times to the point that I don't fear it
But it's like now I got a kid and that's the reason for me to live
[Chorus]
But as long as the pressure gon' build, the smoke gon' clear, I'll be right here
Just going through every pain that I feel, tryna hold back tears
'Cause my son right here and I got a wife here
[Verse 2]
Gotta let 'em know to toughen up, we built for this shit
Somebody better tell that ho, that bitches get killed for that shit
Like eenie, meenie, miney mo, who dropped the lo'? That's who I get
I don't take these pills because I'm suicidal, bitches make me sick
Bitch, get off my dick
This shit got hard, you praying to God that He fix it
Even looking at the stars got you wishing
Realizing it was probably better in the trenches
Where there's a young **** down to do whatever for your position
Without the weed I be trippin'
The pills and lean a addition
My habits are expensive, my license are suspended
I can't take another ticket
I ain't gotta live this way, I'm trippin'
Stack it, was 5K, I spent it
But I ain't taking care of my business
Been screaming, "Free all of my ****"
But they got kids I ain't visit
Been stressin', RIP to Desi
And ain't see his a minute
A couple days ain't talk to Chevy
I done ran out of minutes
But I bet nan' one of my brothers can't say I ain't send 'em pictures
[Verse 3]
I got water thicker than my own blood and that shit fucking with me
P.O. keep fucking with Q3 and that's who druggin' with me
They know don't touch light at the door 'cause that's who clubbin' with me
I'm really alone on the road, I don't need you thuggin' with me
Can't let this internet shit get me, I'm already knowing it's undefeated
I'm usually good when it come to war, but on IG I can't beat it
I can't type, like, why tweet? And when I do I delete it
Then find a way to get this message through, so you can read it
Give them **** blue faces
When they hit a **** block, they gon' bleed it, slide
If they don't catch something, they ain't leaving
My favorite cousin lost her mother, we doing a different type of grieving
Spinz say if he make it through this storm again, then it's a reason
[Chorus]
But as long as the pressure gon' build, the smoke gon' clear, I'll be right here
Just going through every pain that I feel, tryna hold back tears
'Cause my son right here and I got a wife here
[Outro]
Tell 'em everything gon' be alright
Alright
Tell 'em everything gon' be alright
Told em everything gon' be A-OK
Like Malcolm by the window, I got my AK
If there's smoke up in the city, I get that up out the way
Like, who really fucking with me? I ain't even gotta pay
Young **** don't talk to me, yeah, they lying, that's what they say
Think it's safe crossing me, end lying in the grave
End up dying
Written by: Gabriel Decastro, Giacomo Garotta, Janarious Wheeler, Joseph Nguyen