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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Schyler O'Neal
Schyler O'Neal
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Recording Engineer
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Producer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Schyler O'Neal
Schyler O'Neal
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

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I was 17, kickin' doors bright and early Daddy had to take me to my favorite auntie, Shirley (auntie) I told my mama that she never had to worry (mama) Three Migos Stooges, it was Larry, Moe and Curly (three) Trappin' out the bando, it was vacant to me (bando) Mama only raised me, and she raised me a beast (beast) And I ain't got to prove nothin' to nobody but the streets (no) Thinkin' 'bout my nephew while I'm rollin' some trees (oh) Mama said she cryin' and she cryin' in her sleep (mama) And she don't know nobody else to call on but tree (tree) Yeah, that's mama rocket, and she strong as can be (strong) Lookin' at my family, we tryna get through grief (griеf) Scrapin' all these millions up, I gotta make a B (B) Ain't no onе to call, I got a text from JAY-Z (Hov) I guess B's gettin' closer to me (yeah) I want real women 'til I make my ends meet Cuttin' my phone, no call in weeks, I put it on DND (no) Back then at five-thirty, we had all we can eat (five-thirty) Mama not cookin' the food for me, she cookin' it up for the three (mama) I was 17 kickin', doors bright and early Daddy had to take me to my favorite auntie, Shirley (auntie) I told my mama that she never had to worry (mama) Three Migos Stooges, it was Larry, Moe and Curly (three) Trappin' out the bando, it was vacant to me (bando) Mama only raised me, and she raised me a beast (beast) And I ain't got to prove nothin' to nobody but the streets (no) Nobody but the streets Mama, I can't sleep I lost my bro, aw, this just a dream Eternal nightmares I don't know 'bout how we got here I wan' go far, but I don't know where But when I go, I ain't got no fear I bet my nephew gon' be right there I see my niece and nephew cry tears I told 'em, "Wipe your eyes 'cause unc' here" I told 'em, "Wipe your eyes 'cause unc' here" I give it all, I try my best The backend all come to one nest I had my heart ripped out my chest I had my heart ripped out my chest Ooh, ooh, ooh I had my heart ripped out my chest Anybody feel like I feel? Pray He bless you, and God will Never know when it's your last meal Don't go switch up, just remain real Anybody feel like I feel? (Oh) Pray He bless you, and God will (oh) Never know when it's your last meal Don't go switch up, just remain real
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Benjamin Saint Fort, Shane Lindstrom, Dylan Taylor Clearly-kell, Schyler Decjon O'neal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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