Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
Songwriter
Claudio Cueni
Songwriter
Johnny Jackson
Songwriter
Larry Loftin
Songwriter
Michael A Herring
Songwriter
Nas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Producer
DJ Swift
Producer
Dave-O
Producer
Mook on the Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Dolla $ign
My **** Mozzy, won't you help me out?
[Verse 1]
Gangland, I'm in love with the dealin'
Barely clingin' to life as he suffer severely
Either love me or fear me, you gotta feel me
I don't want a pass from loafin', you better kill me
You don't get a pass if you lackin', you **** hear me?
Catch him in McDonald's, it's brackin', you **** hear me?
Aye, we sincerely devoted if you ain't notice
Fifty ball shoved in the denim, them bitches bloated
You got respect for the struggle if you've been homeless
Now I'm in the foreign, it's factory clear-coated
Aye, where the mansion for thugs? I'm tryna slither
Gotta be a fella to enter, just real ****
[Chorus]
Oh, ain't no place I'd rather be (Rather be)
Did it all for the family
Sky-high, iced out paradise in the sky
Way, way up in the sky, whoa, whoa
Ain't no place I'd rather be (Rather be)
With the bros right next to me
Chromed-out mansion in paradise in the sky, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Aye, aye free the homies, if I could, I would
A bag for the lawyers, he can tell the judge they should
Break down the case 'cause it ain't happened like that
This the shit you gotta go through when you young and you Black
You in the hood 'cause your family, they ain't have it like that
With a gang full of bangers, they was havin' your back, aye
Pass the straps, bust 'em, passin' them back, aye
Was **** really your friend? You had facts
Now you gone and your bitch ain't showin' up
She let a **** fuck and your daughter, she growin' up
This verse for my **** locked up, I'm with you
Bunkin' with ****, no pussy, stressed out, I feel you
[Chorus]
Oh, ain't no place I'd rather be (Rather be, oh whoa)
Did it all for the family
Sky-high, iced out paradise in the sky
Way, way up in the sky, whoa, whoa
Ain't no place I'd rather be (Rather be)
With the bros right next to me
Chromed-out mansion in paradise in the sky, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
Whoa
I swear it ain't no place I'd rather be
Whoa
Without you, where would I be? Where would I be at?
Whoa
Ups and downs for real ones, but we will never fold
Whoa
'Cause one day, everybody's gotta go
[Chorus]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Did it all for the family
Sky-high, iced out paradise in the sky, yeah
Ain't no place I'd rather be
With the bros right next to me
Chromed-out mansion in paradise in the sky, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
In the sky, yeah, yeah
Written by: Timothy Patterson, Tyrone Griffin Jr., Keenon Jackson

