Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Steve Wyreman
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Ernest Dion Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
No ID
Co-Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Texty
Hey, I'm just a **** until I fill my pockets
And then I'm Mr. ****, they follow me while shoppin'
I feel like Mickey Richards, they feel like Muddy Waters
So tell me what's the difference, so tell me what's the difference
My momma was a Christian, crip walkin' on blue waters
Was fadin' up in Davis, then walkin' back to Palmer
A fro like Huey partner, Auntie Angie had them choppers
So tell me what's the difference, so tell me what's the difference
(Alright)
I feel like fuck Versace, they rapin' ****'s pockets
And we don't get acknowledged, just thank me for the profit
A prophet just like Moses, if Moses look like Shaka
Zulu, my 4-4 loaded, I'm aimin' at Nirvana
My bitch look like Madonna, they starin' at katana
Waiter still ain't brought the chopsticks, should have brought the chopper
Uber driver in the cockpit look like Jeffrey Dahmer
But he lookin' at me crazy when we pull up to the projects
See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up
And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up
I just want to live it up, can a motherfucker breathe?
Life ain't always what it seems, so please just lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
(Say it, mate)
We love our neighborhood, so all my brothers bang the hood
I never vote for presidents, the presidents that change the hood
Is dead and green, was standin' on this mezzanine in Paris, France
Finna spaz 'cause most my homies never finna get this chance
All these white folks chanting when I asked 'em where my **** at?
Goin' crazy, got me goin' crazy, I can't get wit' that
Wonder if they know, I know they won't go where we kick it at
Ho, this shit ain't Gryffindor, we really killin', kickin' doors
Fight between my conscious and the skin that's on my body
Man, I need to fight the power but I need that new Ferrari
Man, I breathe in, bleed this, Poppy Street
I shot them guns 'cause talk is cheap
Bow your head and pray, okay, now walk wit' me
See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up
And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up
I just want to live it up, can a motherfucker breathe?
(Can a motherfucker breathe?)
Life ain't always what it seems, so please just lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
(Alright)
Written by: Dacoury Natche, Dion Wilson, Ernest Wilson, Steve Wyreman, Vince Staples

