Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Lyrics
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Composer
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Composer
Ernest Dion Wilson
Ernest Dion Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
No ID
No ID
Co-Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, I'm just a nigga until I fill my pockets And then I'm Mr. Nigga, they follow me while shoppin' I feel like Mickey Richards, they feel like Muddy Waters So tell me what's the difference, so tell me what's the difference? My momma was a Christian, Crip walkin' on blue-waters Was fadin' up in Davis, then walkin' back to Palmer A fro like Huey partner, Auntie Angie had them choppers So tell me what's the difference, so tell me what's the difference? I feel like "Fuck Versace", they rapin' nigga's pockets And we don't get acknowledged, just thank me for the profit A prophet just like Moses, if Moses look like Shaka Zulu, my .44 loaded, I'm aimin' at Nirvana My bitch look like Madonna, they starin' at katana Waiter still ain't brought the chopsticks, should have brought the chopper Uber driver in the cockpit look like Jeffrey Dahmer But he lookin' at me crazy when we pull up to the projects See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up I just want to live it up, can a motherfucker breathe? Life ain't always what it seems, so please just lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up We love our neighborhood, so all my brothers bang the hood I never vote for presidents, the presidents that change the hood Is dead and green, was standin' on this mezzanine in Paris, France Finna spaz cause most my homies never finna get this chance All these white folks chanting when I asked 'em where my niggas at? Goin' crazy, got me goin' crazy, I can't get wit' that Wonder if they know, I know they won't go where we kick it at Ho, this shit ain't Gryffindor, we really killin', kickin' doors Fight between my conscious, and the skin that's on my body Man, I need to fight the power, but I need that new Ferrari Man, I breathe in, bleed this, Poppy Street I shot them guns cause talk is cheap Bow your head and pray, okay, now walk wit' me See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up I just want to live it up, can a motherfucker breathe? Life ain't always what it seems, so please just lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Writer(s): Ernest Dion Wilson, Steve Wyreman, Dacoury Dahi Natche, Vincent Staples Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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