Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Crawford
Songwriter
Ruben Bailey
Songwriter
Songteksten
Some of us see all people as equals
While others are blind
Fear of the truth
Got them choosing to live in the bliss of a ignorant mind
All of us made from the same ingredients
Yet all are unique in design
We don't control where I path begins
But the journey is ours to define
Neverland
Something that they can't understand
I could tell you bout this shit
But I much rather show you
They say they talking down on us
But my nigga that's old news
But Fuck all the small talk
Back to the business yea
And we might be in the same cloth but mines cut different
Ok
And I still can't trust the well wishes
Cause before this shit got poppin' only hell was giving
Riding in a fish bowl my life was still tinted
Get a million from my head to the bank
How the fuck you ship it
I had to stand on business
Got them snakes up out my grass
I said to hell with niggas
I been thinking bout my past them flashbacks haunt my different
They wanna take me out bad I'm like mike jack in thriller
I put the mob on my back I'm getting bra out that kitchen
No weapon formed against me shall prosper or we gone Step on niggas
I swear Bro got twin Glocks he call em' maternal sisters
I'm Cut way too different from these square ass niggas
I could tell you bout this shit
But I much rather show you
They say they talking down on us
But my nigga that's old news
But Fuck all the small talk
Back to the business yea
And we might be in the same cloth but mines cut different
Writer(s): Raymond Crawford, R Bailey
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