Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Cordae
Cordae
Voces
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Programación
Skippa Da Flippa
Skippa Da Flippa
Programación
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Autoría
Daniel Hackett
Daniel Hackett
Autoría
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Autoría
Ronald Colson
Ronald Colson
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Producción
Aria Angel Ali
Aria Angel Ali
Ingeniería de mezcla
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Asistente de ingeniería
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Asistente de ingeniería
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Masterización
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingeniería de mezcla
Skippa Da Flippa
Skippa Da Flippa
Producción
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Ingeniería de grabación
Pedro Calloni
Pedro Calloni
Ingeniería de grabación
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Producción ejecutiva
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Ingeniería de mezcla
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
Ugh
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
[Verse 2]
I don't know where I'm goin'
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You **** goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
[Verse 3]
It's no complaining on this side
My ****, shit is not tolerated
Cut some **** off like a operation
Now my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that's inauguration
'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin'
Divine timing, took a lot of patience
[Verse 4]
Now it's time for the takeover
All gas and the brake's slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo
Now I'm here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old ****, boy, your day is over
You mad at me 'cause your pay slower
Bitter ****, you a shade thrower
I was just sleeping on Ace sofa
[Verse 5]
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
'Cause I'm way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you're a Crayola
Got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These are things that I prayed over
[Verse 6]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
[Verse 7]
I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You **** goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)
[Verse 8]
Why cry over spilled milk
If you still feel I'm the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will
'Cause she'll murk a **** like Kill Bill
Loose lips, sink ships
Cam'ron, pink drip that is my fashion
I'm not really with the high flashin'
There's no helping with my braggin'
[Verse 9]
I penetrated, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated (Lemonade-d)
Pussy **** always instigatin'
Can't fuck me over, boy, I'm too clever
That applies all to whoever
I'm just here to pursue pleasure
Boy, I'm goin' out like Hugh Hefner
[Verse 10]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
[Verse 11]
I don't know where I'm goin'
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You **** goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
[Verse 12]
(Baby Jesus, please save us)
(Baby Jesus, please save us)
Written by: YBN Cordae
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