Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DC Young Fly
Vocals
Mo 3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
melvin nobles
Songwriter
John Whitfield
Songwriter
Lyrics
Think shit gravy, everything sweet
Entertainment, everything meant (Music Majors)
(Um, Reuel, stop playing?)
MO-motherfuckin'-3, ****
Woah, listen (Yeah)
Man, these **** think shit gravy like everything sweet
Man, they thinkin' I'm supposed to do it, they ain't claim it (Woo)
Man, I gave my mama my room, I'm sleepin' on the floor
Where was you when I need bail money? Runnin' from them folks
**** actin' like I hit a jugg and I ain't let him know
Where was you when I was dead broke? When I was sellin' dope?
Or how about when I was still down? How would they know?
Laid up, had my code on it, couldn't change up
Now a **** out here bossin', **** flossin'
Every play, a **** Mossin', boy, I'm ballin' (Woo)
I got these diamonds out the faucet, they goin' retarded
If it ain't about the money, then it ain't important, yeah, yeah
Where were you when I was sleepin' on the floor?
Where were you when they didn't fuck with me because that I was broke?
Where were you when I had asked? A **** always told me no
Stood tall and never fold, all I had was faith and hope, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Mm-mm)
Woah, all I had was faith and hope (All I had was faith and hope, woah)
Woah, all I had was faith and hope (I'm Osama 3 Laden, yeah)
All I had was faith and hope (Yeah, yeah)
All I had was faith and hope (Woo)
Where were you when I got locked away? (Locked away)
Locked down, no visit, I'm straight (I'm straight)
I'm in the trenches with apes (Okay)
You tryna kick it? Naw, not today (Not today)
And by the way
I shoot choppers like Dr. J
Clutchin' Rugers, Glock and the K's (Brtt, baow, bah-bah)
Stood on the block with yay
38 snub tucked in my denim (What?)
I'm just a block away
Just got evicted, bitch, I remember, I can't smile today (No)
I'm in my feelings, you gotta listen (What?)
And fuck them holidays
My **** got twenty on his conviction
Make mama proud today
Was just in the kitchen, we sharin' chicken
Now mama proud to say
My son foreign whippin', S550 (Skrrt)
Fuck the shit we can't control
All I had was faith and hope (What?)
All I know was pray and go (Huh?)
Shooters on go, I say, they blow (Baow)
Get the dough, that's all I know (Know)
Laws comin', da-da-doh (Doh)
Get the guap, they probably won't (Won't)
We in the spot like lock the door (Door)
Block the block that's my lil' road (Woah)
Them choppers out, we stop and blow (Brrt, bah-bah)
Rack for rack, no, I won't fold
Go ask the cops, I never told, yeah
Mm-mm
Woah, all I had was faith and hope (All I had)
Woah, all I had was faith and hope (Just a little faith and hope was all I had, you know it, yeah)
All I had was faith and hope (When I make it to the top, they gon' hate some more, yeah)
Woah, all I had was faith and hope (Woo)
Yeah
DC
MO-motherfuckin'-3, ****
Gang
(Music Majors)
(Um, Reuel, stop playing?)
Written by: John Whitfield, melvin nobles

