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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cocoa
Johnny Cocoa
Performer
Ryan Baer
Ryan Baer
Piano
Chris “ETCO” Bacon
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Green
Caleb Green
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Cocoa
Johnny Cocoa
Recording Engineer
Kxvi
Kxvi
Producer
Shima
Shima
Producer
Ryan Baer
Ryan Baer
Co-Producer
City 3000
City 3000
Mixing Engineer
Lo’Real Mast
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rafe Noonan
Rafe Noonan
Additional Engineer
Robert N. Johnson
Robert N. Johnson
Additional Engineer
Dash Rabhan
Dash Rabhan
Additional Engineer
Kevin Blackler
Kevin Blackler
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Stressing over things that's beyond my control Every lick of pain came from the rain in my soul When the rain hit the window pane I remained froze on patrol Looking at everybody that's passing on the sidewalk Liquor in my body brainstorming from the rooftop Overthinking if anything could've be my downfall Overseeing niggas out here lurking in Miami Open season thotties out here thirsty in Miami Bikini bottom twerking but I'm still missing home like Sandy Seen a silhouette of my unborn firstborn son In the glass looking at me Thinking could I really be a daddy? Epiphany tryna get to me Imagery of my history Burning inside my memory Ancestors lifting me Divinity protecting my identity and dignity Really got me grinding til' infinity or My clock don't tickity tock but Twenty-four seven my mind don't stop so Twenty-four seven my grind don't stop And twenty-four seven my eyes on watch so Twenty-four seven my guys gon' march I can put it on God Warrior for my family at any given time turn into a monster You looking at a monstre (monstre) You looking at a monstre You looking a monster! You looking at the monstre They say I don't listen They say I be taking way too long I be trippin' And I know I be trippin' Knowing what you didn't know before make a difference But I'm already knowing that I'm different Already knowing that I'm gifted Knowing that niggas ain't what I'm on, I keep my distance Hanging with familia Always gon' see me with some faces that's familiar Still going outside with my niggas we ain't in the yard And the streets we stepping in still ain't safe for us 12 on the clock round the block steady waiting for us What is this world that we live in? How many times have I did this? Epiphany tryna get to me Imagery of my history Burning inside my memory Ancestors lifting me Divinity protecting my identity and dignity Really got me grinding 'til infinity or My clock don't tickity tock but Twenty-four seven my mind don't stop so Twenty-four seven my grind don't stop Twenty-four seven my eyes on watch so Twenty-four seven my guys gon' march I can put it on God Warrior for my family at any given time turn into a monster Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Monstar Yeah Everything Check Out I'm just a real * I don't need nobody saying oh "he's always saying he a real *" I do real * shit I do real * shit
Writer(s): Caleb Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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