クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton
Songwriter
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Grandma called and told me that she need a new car (I gotchu grandma)
Said she heard that her grandson is a superstar
Mama said, don't worry, she sick, but she good though (Damn)
Mom and Dad are in the suburbs, but they hood though, yeah
[Verse 2]
My lil' brother locked up just for tryna get some paper (Shit)
But I can't blame him 'cause his big brother a paper chaser (Damn)
Keep some money on his books, man, that young **** straight (Straight)
He said he don't want no visits, that young **** eight (Yeah, eight)
My best friend's mama gettin' sicker by the day (Damn)
Cancer took over her body, got her all in pain
My homie goin' through it, I see it all in his face (Yeah)
Now everybody, bow your head, it's time to pray (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Tell your mama you love her while she here (For real)
Tell your pops that you love him while he here (For real)
Tell your homeboy you love him while he here (For real)
One day you're here, next day you gone, for real
[Verse 4]
It's that time of the year
It's alotta shit goin' on 'round here
Tell your bitch that you love her while you here
If it wasn't for her, would your kids be here?
[Verse 5]
Sometimes I just sit back and think (All the time)
Do I think too hard or do I think enough? (I don't know)
Everything that I do, I got a son watchin' now (Damn)
I got nephews and lil' cousins that look up to me (Damn)
Yeah, I made it up out them streets, ****, luckily
Only if you knew what I been through
Mama stressin' out 'cause the rent due (Yeah)
Went to grandma grave and told her, I miss you (I miss you)
It's hard to stay focused out here livin' in hell (Yeah)
The only way to get ahead is if you catchin' sales (Yeah)
You got **** out here every day catchin' shells
This real life shit right here, no fairytales (Hey)
[Verse 6]
Tell your mama you love her while she here (For real)
Tell your pops that you love him while he here (For real)
Tell your homeboy you love him while he here (For real)
One day you're here, next day you gone, for real
[Verse 7]
It's that time of the year
It's a lotta shit goin' on 'round here
Tell your bitch that you love her while you here
If it wasn't for her, would your kids be here?
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
