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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hunxho
Hunxho
Vocals
Fridayy
Fridayy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Songwriter
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Songwriter
Ibrahim Dodo
Ibrahim Dodo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fridayy
Fridayy
Producer
Cole Graham
Cole Graham
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Ayo
Ayo
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know
Sometimes I'm hard to read between
The lines, whoa
But you know exactly what you mean to me
Whoa-oh
And I'm not perfect
[Verse 1]
I sit back and I watch
I put time into my craft, all that time spent in the box, I need God
I been stressed, but I guess I ain't stressed enough 'cause I ain't bought
Don't beg me 'cause if I start helpin' you, then I'll be wrong
You ain't take it how I took it, I took that one to the heart
I had bulletproofed my car, but my gun still under my arm
If you ever catch me fuckin' with these bitches, it'd be porn
Give the world to all my children 'cause they ain't ask me to be born
I'm clutchin', yeah, I keep ratchet
I never talk to police, I'll never tell 'em what happened
**** ever play with me, he disappear, I'm Carole Baskin
They never know about my problems, never tell 'em if they ask me
Wake up in the morning and go get it so fast
That my legs still ashy and my head's still nappy (Head's still nappy)
Wake up in the morning and go get it so fast
That my drawers still baggy, I gotta make it happen (Happen, nah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I know
Sometimes I'm hard to read between
The lines, whoa
But you know exactly what you mean to me
Whoa-oh
And I'm not perfect, whoa
But I hope that I'm worth it to you
Hope that I'm worth it
Whoa
And I'm not perfect, oh
I hope that I'm worth it to you
Whoa-oh
Hope that I'm worth it
[Verse 2]
And I ain't perfect, I still fuck, still'll get a **** plucked
Still'll tie a **** up and put his bitch ass in the trunk
And you bet' not go to jail 'fore I get to you
Cops still'll get a **** stuck, put his bitch ass in the bunk
Yeah, I'm that, don't get this shit confused just 'cause I rap
Take one wrong post, a **** ass'll be a head, I don't even care
Spend hundreds of thousands on all these clothes I don't even wear
Really think I don't put a hundred of these thousands on your hair
And my bitch get out of line, then she gettin' slapped, bitch, I ain't play her
Just the leavin' the buildin', never leave when it's war, know I'll be there
Still remember it got hard for a ****, you had left
I don't play, I still put rod on a ****, he get belt
[Bridge]
Put rod on a ****, he get belt (Belt)
Send a—, in this shit, I be there (I be there)
It get built, yeah
'Cause I ain't playin'
[Chorus]
I know
Sometimes I'm hard to read between
The lines, whoa
But you know exactly what you mean to me
Whoa-oh
And I'm not perfect, whoa
But I hope that I'm worth it to you
Hope that I'm worth it to you
Whoa
And I'm not perfect, oh
I hope that I'm worth it to you
Hope that I'm worth it to you
Whoa-oh
Written by: Austin Owens, Francis LeBlanc, Ibrahim Dodo
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