뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Saba
Saba
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
송라이터
Tahj Malik Chandler
Tahj Malik Chandler
송라이터
Dylan Frank
Dylan Frank
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
DaeDaePivot
DaeDaePivot
프로듀서
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
프로듀서
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
마스터링 엔지니어
Papi Beatz
Papi Beatz
믹싱 엔지니어
Saba
Saba
프로듀서

가사

I got angels runnin' 'way, I got demons huntin' me I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33 I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me I say, "God, that's a woman, I know she would die for me" They want a barcode on my wrist To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black) Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist If I grew up without a single pot to piss in, pardon me for ventin' Congress got the nerve to call itself religious Rich just gettin' richer, we just tryna live our life Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite They killed my cousin with a pocket knife while my uncle on the phone He was gone for more than half my life He got out a year and then he died I was on the road, talking to my father on the phone Left the city when I was just four, none of them would get along Mama beggin' him for winter clothes I was chillin' with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his- Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yeah Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh Eyes don't see, eyes don't see Ice don't freeze, light don't leave I don't mean lie to me Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask, "How's my day?" Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe I got my grandaddy's soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind I seen Walter body cold Wish I could switch it with mine I'm not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti No, I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan, down a bit, I just been modelin' My whole career as if 'Pac was here Studio monitors shakin', I raise the apartments I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it Amount of time that's in my mind, the time you was watchin' So stop comparing me to people, no, I am not them A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh- That's life, mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite They killed my cousin with a pocket knife, while my uncle on the phone He was gone for more than half my life He got out a year and then he died I was on a road, talking to my father on the phone Left the city when I was just four, none of them would get along Mama beggin' him for winter clothes I was chillin' with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his life
Writer(s): Tahj Chandler, Dylan C. Frank, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out