Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Malcom Watkins
Malcom Watkins
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sherman Wright
Sherman Wright
Songwriter
Malcom Watkins
Malcom Watkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sherman Wright
Sherman Wright
Engineer

Letras

Sometimes you gotta have self-control in this world that be so cold
Either way you gotta walk the road that you fuckin' chose
Lord knows I'ma ride, either way it goes, way to go, somebody gotta
Sometimes you gotta have self-control in this world that be so cold
Either way you gotta walk the road that you fuckin' chose
Lord knows I'ma ride, either way it goes, way to go, somebody gotta
Sometimes you gotta have
Conversations with people that don't respect you
Then they turn around, call theyself, tryna check you
She ain't think I had the balls to leave her
Then I found another woman that understood that I'm special
Now she salty and mad, and I'm saucy and glad
That I ain't carryin' her luggage and bags
Let the next **** trick on her weave and get the headaches
I'm on the road with my **** tryna get my bread straight
Tryna have self-control cause these bitches thots
Them birds come peckin' for bread if you get a lot
When I think about it, shit, my moms left my pops
So it don't matter if she love me or she love me not
Keep my composure, shorty know I'm a soldier
She still tryna play me like one of these other dozers
Shit, I wish I would be one of these ****
I said she gon' be mad that she lost one of them
Sometimes you gotta have
Self-control in this world that be so cold
Even when you gotta walk the road that you fuckin' chose
Lord knows I'm gonna ride it, the way it goes, way we go
It's a ride or die, love
Sometimes you gotta have
Self-control in this world that be so cold
Even when you gotta walk the road that you fuckin' chose
Lord knows I'm gonna ride it, the way it goes, way we go
It's a ride or die, love
Sometimes you gotta have
Self-control in this world that's so cold
When man is selling soul for the glitter and the gold
I see brothers chase dreams and they end up in a hole
Now it's momma lightin' candles and them tears take a toll, ****
I ain't walkin' no tightrope between truth and the flex
I'm tryna cash a royalty check and get out of debt
Wisdom over impulse, that's the king code
In the business in the wind, can't check the mold, we broke though
Gave me a gift, now the devil wanna lease it
That pressure made a diamond, ain't a jeweler gonna praise it
That bastard made a bastard, now a bastard gotta raise it
They used to say I wouldn't make it, I'm laughin' today
Amazement, I'm one of one, runnin' with a one of one
Spit everything crooked like the corners I grew up on
They gon' do it every time, ****
Wanna set it off like it's my job to remind, ****
You gotta have self-control in this world that be so cold
Either way, you gotta walk the road that you fuckin' chose
Lord knows I'ma ride even where it goes
Way to go, somebody gotta ride
Sometimes you gotta have
In this world that be so cold
Sometimes you gotta have
Sometimes you gotta have
Written by: Malcom Watkins, Sherman Wright
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