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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
Thomas Westly Lumpkins
Thomas Westly Lumpkins
Composer
Tyler Williams
Tyler Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
T-Minus
T-Minus
Producer
Kuldeep Chudasama
Kuldeep Chudasama
Recording Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer

Lyrics

I'm a living little good thing (yeah) It's like you never lived for me, yeah Mama said you was a good thing, uh Good, good, good, yeah Yeah We came a long way, man, we done came a long way And we sitting on top of this shit This shit can go one or two ways This shit can go up, it can go down Either way, nigga, I'm prepared Feel me? Yeah I be coming in peace, but fuck me Best beware the others This shit deep, undercovers creep This Southern heat make unbearable summers Just last week, seen yo' mama weep Crying 'cause she don't want bury your brother The blood leaks while the EMTs gotta carry her baby like surrogate mothers Whoa, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered Though traumatized, wouldn't trade it for nothing Through hard times, it was there I discovered A hustle and making the best out the struggle I kept grinding 'til this day, up a level Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble 'Cause TEC-9s like to air out rebuttals Cole World, niggas knowing what it is Just in case they don't, I show 'em what it is Then summer, I do real numbers Couldn't dare touch it if they sold the double disc Block hot, niggas burning up the street Shots popping and we heard it up the street It's a war, niggas running up the score Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek Was his niggas getting murdered e'ry week? Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street My homie' homie got out on parole He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze Hella blues like the Rollin' 60s Christ went to Heaven age 33 And so did Pimp C, and so did Nipsey I told you, I told you This shit can go up, it can go down, I don't give a fuck Nigga, I done seen the highest heights I done seen it twice And I've seen the lowest of the lows And still I rose Now I'm at your neck, nigga, yeah
Writer(s): Jermaine L. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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