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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CyHi
CyHi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cydel Young
Cydel Young
Composer
K. Rachel Mills
K. Rachel Mills
Composer
Mark Byrd
Mark Byrd
Composer
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Composer
Edward Davadi
Edward Davadi
Composer
Darius Jenkins
Darius Jenkins
Composer
Girvan Henry
Girvan Henry
Composer
Michael Davis
Michael Davis
Composer
Bradley Post
Bradley Post
Composer
Orlando Powell
Orlando Powell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Byrd
Mark Byrd
Producer
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, that's how long (that's how long), that's how strong (That's how strong) I'll be lovin' you, baby (T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together) (T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together) Yeah, CyHi This flow deserve a Kevin Liles The shit can't help but touch you like a pedophile My people say I stressed 'em out, so I left the house Now I'm running the streets with some Detroit players Running laps around you niggas, I'm on my 7th mile A special child with some things I need to reconcile Cydel Young, got my rap name from sellin' loud 'Cause Cyhi got a ring to it like a wedding vow I grew up stealin' money out my momma purse Now I'm buying everything I promised her She don't want nothing else on this Earth but see her son in church But just the night before, we was robbin' and runnin' work Bought a onion first, sold nothing more than a hundred worth But wear the under, the undershirt if you wanna' lurk Had money on my head Some niggas wanna' murk I used to rub my tummy like my stomach hurt 'Cause I hate the place I'm in, I don't even feel safe with friends My life is too stressful to bring a baby in If you not 'bout the mission, can't be my lady then Relationships can get kinda Rocky, my Adrian Especially when it's your night at the Apollo Huh, I might Basquiat the Picasso Talkin' to Pablo, face-timing from Croatia He said, CyHi be patient, you know your time is getting Closer, well, well (T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together) Cyhi, huh My partner robber Peter 'cause he owe Paul .38 snub, the revolver got a nose job I used to talk to the plug long distance Heard echoes 'cause they was listening, damn, that was a close call Can't doze off, the cousin of sleep is sure to get you Bemoan a pistol When I draw you know it's stipple Niggas switch sides, your partner's above the rim You ever been in the middle of preying on some niggas hoping the Lord forgive you If I don't go ten times platinum I'm the closest thing to diamond with rhyming Swarovski crystals I'm not here for the shits and giggles, Tell my sisters that I'm almost home I hit a triple, got caught for travelin' 'cause I was tryin' make it double Stayed at the brickhouse, but what's funny the shit was stucco Hurt to see my class walk, and I ain't get to graduate My parents washed their hands with me, like before you grab a plate I was on punishment, still coming in after eight The belt don't hurt no more, she can tell when she look at my face I was a castaway, had to learn how to navigate through the alleyways, then pull up on you the Cali' way I did some shit I can't elaborate Tried to serve some niggas I ain't know, that was my last mistake Satan, I know I'm one of your favorite soldiers But I can't help you no more, 'Cause me and Christ is getting Closer, well, well T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together Closer than close T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late...
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, David Anthony Willis, Cydel Charles Young, Harold T. Sr. Johnson, Michael Davis, Brandon Black, Marcus Byrd, K. Rachel Mills, Girvan Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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