Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
ScHoolboy Q
Canto
DJ Dahi
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Quincy Hanley
Autoría
Dacoury Natche
Autoría
Jacob Dutton
Autoría
Robert Mandell
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jake One
Producción
G Koop
Producción
Aria Angel Ali
Ingeniería de mezcla
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Ingeniería de mezcla
DJ Dahi
Producción
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingeniería de mezcla
James Hunt
Ingeniería
Mike Bozzi
Masterización
Zachary Acosta
Asistente de ingeniería
Letra
[Verse 1]
UH-HuH, aHa, Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha (UH)
UH-HuH, aHa, Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha (UH)
UH
[Verse 2]
Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope Heads
Tell you all about it, pops living and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue, but bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it
Ha, Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha
[Verse 3]
WHo tHat n-word in tHat candy gloss (Gloss)
WHo tHat kid witH no drive but at tHe park? (Park)
You **** taggin' on walls, we spray tHe cars (UH)
****, you tHat dude beHind tape, surrounded art, uH (UH)
Tried to jet, I found my arcH (UH)
Before Instagram, we gram first tHe montH (UH)
Before tHe gates on our block, we in tHe front (UH)
Before I called you my friend, we sHot tHe one's (UH)
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need tHe funds (UH, on ****)
I could Have went D1, but like I wasn't witH it
My SATs and grades was HigH enougH, but I wasn't witH it
I could't bring my dogs witH me, so I wasn't witH it
WitH tHe biscuit off tHe counter me and Floyd get to dumpin'
Not a drop of blood in us, but can't say we ain't cousins
Was on tHe tHizz all week, I tHink I'm finally recovering
Now tell you about it
Woo, yo
Now tell ya
[Verse 4]
My feelings, my demons
I'm living, I'm dreaming
I've found it, I've tried it
I felt it, my fire
[Verse 5]
How many tears am I going to sHed before I go, uH
THe pigs been on us, my Heart been skipping
A lost religion, my .9 ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes I drive by needy
My baby mama paid tHe bills, I ain't Have sHit on tHe smoke
THe Homies tell me I'm a burden, but never tHrew me a rope
Left me Hanging on tHe corner, my wHole life is my stasH
One more strike I'm witH tHe lifer's, split tHe 50 in Half
I watcHed a **** lose His life rigHt in front of His kids
We keep tHe cycle back and fortH tHe demons smotHer our gifts
THey put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a cHance
THe only way tHat we'll see 30 'less we live in a can
Probably miss my mom funeral, my daugHter a Hoe
Because tHe man of tHe House ain't tHe man no more
And tHe bitcH I call my girl, sHe done found my dope
I sent Her in a deep depression till Her pulse went gHost
And I just sit and watcH from Hell as tHe pyro grow
So long stuck beHind tHe fire trying to clown my flow
I tell you about it
Woo
Written by: Dacoury Natche, J Dutton, Quincy Hanley, R. Mandell