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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hugh Lee
Hugh Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommie Shields
Tommie Shields
Songwriter
Christopher Huley
Christopher Huley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hugh Lee
Hugh Lee
Engineer
Leo W3st
Leo W3st
Engineer
Mars Monarch
Mars Monarch
Engineer
Mosaic
Mosaic
Producer

Songtexte

No need to write this shit fuck it I been challenging myself to see a better day These niggas hating on me it's ok I found a better way To look at, myself in the purest form Tryna find god in the purest form Niggas hating on me and getting warm I know im just tryna be the greatest man that I can see Niggas getting mad at me because I found the Odyssey of greatness Within my self I Saw myself in the mirror and i felt like God They telling me to sit back boy thats a fascade I aint got time to do that shit my nigga im going hard I got a legacy to fulfill Different when you step in the cement and See your footprint and you still gotta move These niggas telling you The same shit they been telling you But they aint telling you how to remake the rules Aint telling you how break em Aint telling you how when snakes come around its easy to mistake em If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours I came back to show these niggas lied The True and living god Made in the flesh and baptized in fiery Spirit wards West side wrangler born in a crack house In the womb that was filled with anger Barely made it out i was dodging wire coat hangers No Christ made baby manger No silver spoon i was raised in granny living room Crack rocks and roaches dally dilly through Empty aluminum foil where heroin was common used Who would've thought that kid go on to half a million Youngest of dorothys youngest children Slave owners and red lines tried to take the building But Sharon kept it warm for us when the streets was chillin And i thank her really From to CTA to private jets I seen in coming they ain't seen it yet Got tired of hearing pray for it It was mine i just had to realize i was divine If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours If you want it it's yours
Writer(s): Christopher Huley, Tommie Shields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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