Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
The Featherstones
The Featherstones
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Featherstone
Christopher Featherstone
Songwriter
Justin Featherstone
Justin Featherstone
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Matthew Featherstone
Matthew Featherstone
Songwriter
William Featherstone
William Featherstone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Featherstones
The Featherstones
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Say bruh, I love you to deat,h,but bitch, you gon' hit it, or you gon' lay on top of it
Get the fuck up ****, you ain't dead yet
[Verse 2]
Just got this word from above, placing my heart in this message
Evil's after your soul, people smart with deception
Keep a sharp observation, allowing no infiltration
Of those you let in your circle, they get the chance, they gon' hurt you
They be counting your pockets and you can tell by they comments
Incident with my car, when my **** wanted to drive it
I told him no, he flashed out, texting my phone, talking violent
And told me put him in a song and he was catchin' a body
God protected my body, I fear no **** breathin'
I feel like David and Goliath, hungry pack of hyenas
Showing they teeth when I'm eating, bitch, do it look like I'm cheesing?
Took my lick like a man, then came home to the streets, no defeat
[Verse 3]
When everyone's around, I bet you had a ball
Killing emotional attachments with the alcohol
They say they love you and that for you, they do anything
You find it awkward that their eyes don't say the same thing
Changing, lately, beware of smiling faces
Entangling, betraying, beware of smiling faces
[Verse 4]
These murders weigh on my conscience as I take too many showers
I need a woman to hold me, help me forget all my problems
It's 5 a.m in Toronto, being she down here for college
She says her major's psychology, we're both into astrology
This moscato was sweet, inhaling sticks of this broccoli
Hard to sleep on the side of me, seeming too much is bothering me
Memories haunting me, jumping up out my sleep
She might say "Bae, it's okay", then put me straight back to sleep
I do this three or four times, my life on constant repeat
Reason I can't quit syrup, my anxiety be fucking with me
Every bitch I'm with, find out I ain't shit after three weeks of just fucking with me
It's a fucked up feeling when you looking in the mirror, everybody just pretending they fucking with me
Who fucking with me?
[Verse 5]
When everyone's around, I bet you had a ball
Killing emotional attachments with the alcohol
They say they love you and that for you, they do anything
You find it awkward that their eyes don't say the same thing
Changing, lately, beware of smiling faces
Entangling, betraying, beware of smiling faces
Written by: Christopher Featherstone, Justin Featherstone, Kevin Gilyard, Matthew Featherstone, William Featherstone
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