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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lute
Lute
Rap
Mereba
Mereba
Additional Vocals
Elevator Jay
Elevator Jay
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Composer
Luther Nicholson
Luther Nicholson
Composer
Kaleb Rollins
Kaleb Rollins
Composer
David Charles Medina II
David Charles Medina II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Producer
K-Quick
K-Quick
Producer
Wilton Moore
Wilton Moore
Mixing Engineer
Joe Endozo
Joe Endozo
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Diamond
Diamond
Producer

Lyrics

Niggas weird, I stick to, minding my business You never walked in my shoes, who asked your opinion? They'll judge how you get it, but fuck it, I did it You talk it, I live it Tables turned, niggas jealous, my life at a pivot Slamming doors down on four, put the galaxy on sixes Throwing folds out the window, reciting my scriptures Left niggas in 2018, they couldn't see the picture Now my blessin's 2020, nigga, couldn't be no clearer, respec' on my name A1 since day one, give a fuck 'bout the fame How you say I changed when yourself ain't the same? Niggas be lamе, typing with your fingers, won't at me, my name But latеly I've been trying to keep my conscious clean Now I'm on a bigger screen, different color schemes on the bigger things This is how it look when you follow your dreams This is how it look when you follow your dreams (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) Stuck in my ways but lately I've been in control of my own faith Had to let you go for my own sake Had to see the view for my own team Took some time to get out my crawlspace Let that sage burn, good vibes only, open a window Courts in my corner, like I'm Thanos Show my daughter that it's more to life than Jo-Jo Siwa and plato Never chase the green to the point that you end up like Cato I know this going over your head, but it's okay though See me on top, but got some niggas in the cut like Fredo I cut some niggas off I still pray for, 'cause love is valid You know solid like potato salad I don't want it if it ain't a challenge Best things in life never come that easy Without you there is no me, I know that's kinda cheesy If I told you how I felt you probly wouldn't believe me All these years, yet you still can't find a way to see me Who would've thought somebody kids would wanna grow up to be me? Sun on my face, while my nappy hair grow so freely Who would've thought that I would finally love the way I see me? Who would've thought that I would finally love the way I see me? (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) Stuck in my ways but lately I've been in control of my own faith Had to let you go for my own sake Had to see the view for my own team Took some time to get out my crawlspace (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) (Crashing) That's it (crashing) But I took enough for a beat Go, man, pick 'em up, can't be sad
Writer(s): Kaleb Rollins, Ron Gilmore, Luther Nicholson, David Charles Medina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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