Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Composer
Ryan Bert
Ryan Bert
Composer
HULVEY
HULVEY
Composer
Joel McNeill Publishing
Joel McNeill Publishing
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carvello
Carvello
Producer
Joel McNeill Publishing
Joel McNeill Publishing
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy Yeah, I'm in the field, gotta tie my laces (uh-huh) Me and my wife on a last name basis (uh-huh) When I gettin' home, I'ma run the bases (run it) Yeah, now I'm all tired, like Mavis (hmm) No shame, baby, you know I'm shameless (yeah) Thank God that I'm in His good graces And you never took a loss like Vegas (nope) What if Batman woulda been Bane-less? Ooh, never really thought about it like that Guess the story isn't good unless you got a little bad Miner League up in this thing That's why the M is on the hat, like that Yeah, seek and you'll find (uh-huh) Don't happen overnight, yeah, needed some time (some time) Where the OG's? I don't see 'em around (where they at?) Where the fathers at? Blind leadin' the blind I'm talkin' wobble, wobble Talkin' shake it, shake it Yeah, drop it, drop it (yeah) Talk, take it, take it (take it) When you grow up on that Tell me what you gonna think about women every time they walk past Just what it is Okay It is what it is Live and let live Ayy, my momma taught me this, ayy Yeah, oh, yeah My momma taught me this, this My momma taught me this, this Yeah, I know I'm a hoot when I'm in New York Holla have soup, gotta get scoop, ayy (gotta get scoop) Down on 162 Got the Holy Ghost wit' me, I can never be spooked Me and my (me and my) Aunt Mary and coffee and Italian cookies Talkin' how I was a bad kid and I needed whoopings Shot the trauma in the teachers 'cause they always push me Thought I be in jail a bookie, now they call to book me, uh Now I'm writin' hooks 'stead o' playin' hooky (Yeah) Okay, I'm off that Hate it when they got no A majors, it's all chat Only thing you ever held down was the 'Shift' button 'cause it's all cap (cap) Told my homie, "Fall back (back) Don't ya ever be the fella always askin' where the broads at" They can tell ya thirsty and that's why they never call back If you knew that you could have it, would you really want that? Got me on my Dr. Phil, off-track Now I got your back like a bar strap I got people in my life that I still haven't called back I guess when you busy winnin', it's still got some drawbacks Uh, it is what it is Live and let live, mm My momma taught me this, ayy Yeah, yeah My momma taught me this, ayy Yeah, yeah My momma taught me this, this
Writer(s): Andrew Mineo, Joel Mcneill, Christopher Hulvey, Ryan Bert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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