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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Eddie Kendricks
Eddie Kendricks
Sampled Artist
Jeremih
Jeremih
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter
Garry Glenn
Garry Glenn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Sean
Big Sean
Producer
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Co-Producer
Maximilian Jaeger
Maximilian Jaeger
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Look, I spent my whole life tryin' to improvise I'm not saying that shit for you to sympathize Spent my whole life tryin' to find the light That's at the end of the tunnel I should have realized it was inside So lately I been trying to get what's inside outside So many people wanna see my insides outside I'm from that city four hours east of Southside Where everyone outside, but don't fuck with no outsiders Going up, with the ones I hold it down with Whole city got my back on some photobomb shit Whole city blowing up on some old Saddam shit Before this I was the one hoes tried to go to prom with You know, take the fame, take the crib, take our cars Now we gotta take the train, hood niggas takin' chains Slavemaster take our names, 5-0 take the shot And young souls take the blame, man but they can't take away The light No matter how much they gon' shade you No, man they can't fuck with the light They can't stop the shine They can't fuck with the light Hell nah, the boy's that bright Even if you take away my life, you can't take the light No matter how much they gon' shade you Got the whole city on fire Boy, this the flow that got Steph Curry inspired This the flow that got Lebron James finna rewire This the flow that got my whole family finna retire Flows on flows, I might drown in this bitch Ye found a pro, I guess I'm profound in this bitch My dad from Louisiana, man the smallest town Where if they know you're brown, they might hold You down and even hose you down, man Since I'm his son, I feel like I gotta stunt hard I took the hand that they gave me and played the Donald Trump card And realized counting money never feel as good as counting blessings And a loaded mind is more dangerous than a loaded weapon So when they take the fame, take the crib, take our cars Now we gotta take the train, and hood niggas takin' chains Slavemaster take our names, 5-0 take the shot And young souls take the blame, man but they can't take away the light No matter how much they gon' shade you No, man they can't fuck with the light They can't stop the shine No, man they can't fuck with the light Hell nah, the boy's that bright Even if you take away my life, you can't take the light No matter how much they gon' shade you Don't let them take away your soul No, no (No, no) Don't let them take away what makes you whole
Writer(s): Garry Dewayne Glenn, Jeremy P. Felton, Sean Michael Anderson, Amaire Carter Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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