Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Mill
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maximillian Howell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Veysigz
Producer
Lyrics
Take a look into my life and tell me what you see. Suicidal for no success in shit I wanna be. Anger problems, need therapy from child up to a teen. Talkin' foul like a clown, put the trey pound up to ya' spleen. Atlanta born and raised, that be the city where we roam. Fuck around wit' the milly, spit them darts up at ya home. Paranoia stay on me, so I ride round' wit the blick. Think you slick? got a clip long as a leg up in the stick. Wondering where i'll be if I don't make it in the rap, might just turn to the streets and sling that yayo out the trap. None of this shit is fraud, I just speak it from the heart. Got a long list of shit I been through, man, where do I start? **** wanna know me, act like they my homie, But they never hold me down. I said bitches wanna blow me when they used to roast me, bet they wanna know me now. Like..
No fake fraud we livin' hard (in my life!!)
Don't hate, pa, We flipping broads (in my life!!)
We take y'all's, we stripping cars (in my life!!)
All in all, this shit is hard (in my life!!) (x2)
Rapping personal life just not shit i'm into. Do you not understand what the fuck I been through? All you **** is draining, got me sick in the mental. Can't act off my emotions so i'm slick wit' the pencil.
These **** wanna run around talking bout' this and that. Bullets put in the chamber, out the pistol will split his back. Dominant hand off in the pocket, load the clip in the mac. If you whores wanna war, go grab ya 4, we'll go tit for tat. For my sins, either heaven or hell, that's where i'm going. From a distance, my enemies, I see em' like im Loc'in. Tri-state shit, Atlanta to VA, We ain't on joking. Live and die by the gun, in pools of blood, you hoes will soak in. Sacrifice, **** selling they souls off to the devil. Pretty boy, blonde braids: Roam the streets just like a rebel. Keep it real and be honest, only shit that i'ma tell you. Ain't get it as a infant? **** wicked, **** failed you.
Recognize and memorize this face when you see it. Realest **** on earth, for what it's worth, I wanna be it. Kick this shit til' i'm old, by grace of god, I live to see it. Wicked boy with this rapping shit, i'm leaving **** speechless.
No fake fraud we livin' hard (in my life!!)
Don't hate, pa, We flipping broads (in my life!!)
We take y'all's, we stripping cars (in my life!!)
All in all, this shit is hard (in my life!!) (x2)
Written by: Maximillian Howell
