Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Space
Space
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Evan Jarrod Milton
Evan Jarrod Milton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Space
Space
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Mama My daughter spoiled like I used to be, I used to think Niggas was thorough, shit was for life, retro, my wife Mama won't change, bro in the game Pops preaching the same thing they ain't had before the fame (I just need my space right now) Running the mileage up, grab the thermometer Look at these niggas face, they mad 'cause my dollars up Bank account super cocky like Ye with the collar up Niggas calling me opp like they really took shots at us Started seein' that money, was motivated for this moment I'm talking to my opponent, I'm in the mirror, I noticed (yeah) Never was supposed to win, these niggas dyin' to show it (dyin') Loyalty, these bitches playin', you know they dyin' to know me Spent some money on Rollies, I ain't got no time to be wastin' In penthouses in the sky, I'm counting money and pacin' My wrist is getting too crowded, I spent your chain on a bracelet We wanted the elevation, ain't know this shit came with hatred (yeah) Lightskin bitch, got her pregnant, she got a baby Tellin' me her situation, I know this shit 'bout some paper Brown pretty ting from the west, say it's my baby DNA test say it's good, congrats, you made it And you can't really tell me this shit ain't 'bout no coke 'Cause I know how it go (I know how this shit go) I took off on tour, no pressure, man I'm used to takin' risks on the road (for real) Fuck these niggas, I'ma go and get this shit Get this shit on my own (phew) You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen While I stand at the stove My brother sent a text, took it as disrespect Say I don't say enough about him when I spit these raps He know I love him from the bottom, I'm just speaking facts I wish I listened to you early, man, these streets is real Right now, I'm thinking back, gunshots and raids All of them nights I prayed, I'm seeing for better days (for real) Long walks to school, practices in them games Hating in our hood, call on me and I came (yeah) Let a nigga play, we gon' demonstrate, I'm spendin' everything Know your daughter like mines too, she getting everything (yeah, yeah) If them tables were turned, nigga (damn), I know you'd do the same I just waited my turn, nigga, bro, you can get the range Fuck the beef, fuck the words, nigga, you seen a nigga pain If it's one thing I learned, nigga, for me you'll never change You know Face, he one thorough nigga, I'm bleeding for the game That Patron kinda fucked me up, I'm breathing kinda strange Many nights with no paper on me, that money never made me (damn) Learned to talk with no heart, B, our love was devastated Team was fucking with my head, damn, I damn near couldn't take it Woke up to a cold world, it's like they stripped me naked Street dreams and I was hungry, we set up in a vacant I just sleep when that load there, we pressin' in the basement Niggas probably wouldn't knew me, the years that I was facin' You ain't gotta go see LeBron, you wanna witness greatness I just need my space right now I know, I need some motherfuckin' space too I need space, what the fuckin' word, nigga? Yeah She can't spit on me, nigga No faith when I'm in my body, know that
Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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