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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G.T.
G.T.
Vocals
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Thomas
Gary Thomas
Songwriter
Jordan Edward Holt- May
Jordan Edward Holt- May
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
banbwoi
banbwoi
Producer
D’Juan “Smerf” Canada
Recording Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy
Bandbwoi
I still ain't wrapped my mind around losin' lil' B to these streets
Shit, I was still grievin' 'bout Keith
These days it be hard for me to sleep
Cryin', lookin' in the mirror, tears fallin' in the sink
Pops, if you see Ella up there, won't you kiss her on her cheek?
We was livin' large until everything shrinked
Man, I damn near lost every leaf on my family tree
Stuck in a daze, thinkin' hard, a **** barely blink
I got a daughter now, she everything I dreamed
Gotta make sure I'm around to get everything she need
Her brother gettin' older now, I gotta plant the seeds
Gotta make sure he have all the tools to succeed
Shit ain't hidin' from you, all you gotta do is read
And shit ain't that stressful, all you gotta do is breathe
It's somebody six people to one room that can't eat
Somebody deaf, somebody blind, somebody dyin'
Shit get deep (yeah)
Shit get deep (deep, deep, deep)
You get months behind on bills and can't nobody eat (eat)
You can't even buy no weed but got smoke in the streets
Gotta run you up some money, just rinse and repeat
I can tell you how this shit get deep (deep)
I swear it get deeper and deeper
You keep on losin' your people, just know this shit get deep
You can't put your trust in these hoes
They gon' keep leavin' you cold, just know this shit get deep
The nights get cold in that cell, boy
Man, I spent my life walkin' through fire like Hellboy
Man, you spent your whole life lyin', they can tell, boy
You ever touch so much paper you get paranoid?
If they ain't talkin' money, I avoid it
I was gettin' very spoiled, plug had the best prices
Back and forth to California, spent a hunnid every purchase
Sit down there and rap some verses, always movin' militant
How you live without a purpose?
Still on the Plan A, never had a Plan B
Never had a point to prove, try a **** you would see
Travel to Amalfi Coast, tryna seal the red seat
White sand cover our feet, we ain't at Miami Beach
These **** only comin' 'round just so they can leech
I don't trust half these new ****, they might be police
Right now the dawgs so strong, they done broke the leash
Slapped the doors off the condo 'til we broke the lease
Shit get deep (deep)
You get months behind on bills and can't nobody eat (eat)
You can't even buy no weed but got smoke in the streets
Gotta run you off some money, just rinse and repeat
I can tell you how this shit get deep (deep)
I swear it get deeper and deeper
You keep on losin' your people, just know this shit get deep
You can't put your trust in these hoes
They gon' keep leavin' you cold, just know this shit get deep
Written by: Gary Thomas, Jordan Edward Holt- May
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