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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
James McNew
James McNew
Bass
BOOTS
BOOTS
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
Composer
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
BOOTS
BOOTS
Lyrics
Jordan Cruz
Jordan Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BOOTS
BOOTS
Producer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Producer
Boots
Boots
Co-Producer
Bradley Post
Bradley Post
Recording Engineer
Leon Kelly
Leon Kelly
Recording Engineer
Nicolas Vernhes
Nicolas Vernhes
Recording Engineer
Nocando
Nocando
Recording Engineer
Simen Solvang
Simen Solvang
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It be feelin' like the life that I'm livin', man, out of control
Like everyday I'm in a fight for my soul
Could it be that my medicine's the evidence
For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' 'round on patrol?
And ask why you're here
I just tell 'em 'cause it's is what it is, I live here and that's what it is
He chimed "You got a dime"
I said "Man, I'm just tryin' to smoke and chill
Please don't lock me up in front of my kid
And in front of my wife
Man, I ain't got a gun or a knife
You do this and you ruin my life
And I apologize if it seems like I got out of line, sir
'Cause I respect the badge and the gun
And I pray today ain't the day that you drag me away right in front of my beautiful son"
Right in front of my beautiful son
And he still put my hands in cuffs, put me in the truck
When my woman screamed, said shut up
Witness with the camera phone on, saw the copper pull a gun and
Put it on my gorgeous queen
As I peered out the window I could see my other kinfolk and
Hear my little boy as he screamed
As he ran toward the copper, begged him not to hurt his momma
'Cause he had her face down on the ground
And I'd be much too weak to ever speak what I seen
But my life changed with that sound
[Verse 2]
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Feelin' this, feelin' this too early
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Feelin' this way, feelin' this way
Feelin' this, feelin' this too early
Feelin' this, feelin' this early
Early
Early
Early
Early
[Verse 3]
It be feelin' like the life that I'm livin', man, I don't control
'Cause everyday I'm in a fight for my soul
All hands below, high seas in a rickety boat
Smoke O's so the kid might cope
You want cash or hope, no clash, matter fact, get both
Go without, get turnt to ghosts
You know that's the law, deal done by the shake of claws
It ain't a game if the shit don't pause
And I find you odd, so convinced in the truth of y'all that
The true truth's truly gone and yes, there's a they
Any time a man say there's not, then you know that he lost the plot
What can I say, truth's truth when denied or not
Like it's true cruise, ride the cock
Fair enough, the way that the beat bump do sound tough
I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery
Woke up in the same air you huff, early
By twelve o'clock the whole Earth felt dirty
Street lamps stare when you walk, watch the birdie
They'll watch you walk to the store, they're recordin'
But didn't record cop when he shot, no warnin'
Heard it go pop, might have been two blocks
Heard a kid plus pops watched cop make girl bleed
Go to home, go to sleep, up again, early
[Verse 4]
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Feelin' this, feelin' this too early
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Feelin' this way, feelin' this way
Feelin' this way
Feelin' this
Feelin' this way
Written by: BOOTS, Jaime Meline, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz
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