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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Ari Lennox
Ari Lennox
Vocals
Sheed
Sheed
Vocals
Vonda Fuller
Vonda Fuller
Vocals
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Songwriter
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Courtney Salter
Courtney Salter
Songwriter
Anthony Parrino
Anthony Parrino
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Alexander Joseph Hall
Alexander Joseph Hall
Songwriter
Bruce Fisher
Bruce Fisher
Songwriter
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Songwriter
Stanley Richardson
Stanley Richardson
Songwriter
Leon Ware
Leon Ware
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elite
Elite
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Co-Producer
Luzian Gregor Tuetsch
Luzian Gregor Tuetsch
Co-Producer
Harissis Tsakmaklis
Harissis Tsakmaklis
Co-Producer
Feliciano Ecar Ponce
Feliciano Ecar Ponce
Co-Producer
A.J. Hall
A.J. Hall
Co-Producer
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

'Cause period Fuck wrong with this nigga I said, can't make you change Can't make you change Can't make you change (I tried) Can't make you change Uh, look, stuck in my ways, I know it kinda sucks Wastin' all this time and trust Diamonds in the rough, they had the toughest luck at findin' love You can't change a nigga playin' games, girl you should find a sub Musiq Soulchild or Lil Wayne should teach me how to love (me how to love) Or teach me how to turn hoe into house husband, from out the club (no) Known as buster, TLC would call me a scrub Back when I was but now I'm getting it slow as fuck I'm growing up and you know that I'm stubborn, you tryna rush it but Can't make you change Can't make you change Can't make you change Can't make you change Can't make you change (ayy, baby, baby, baby, bitch, boy please) Can't make you change Can't make you change (no, I tried) Can't make you change (it's bad, it's bad, ugly ass, lame ass, dirty ass, ugly ass) Baby, don't leave, you're all I need And if you stay then I'ma change my ways Baby, don't leave, you're all I need And if you stay then I'ma change my ways Baby, don't leave, you're all I need And if you stay then I'ma change my ways Baby, don't leave, you're all I need And if you stay then I'ma change my ways Juggling pain and struggling problem Looking for danger, dugging and dodging I got a banger and not small one Niggas be changing like a revolver You been the same but you done been solid, mane I could applaud ya Fuck all the fame and fuck all the dollars, mane Fuck what they talking, I'm ashamed It feel like I lose the game (aye) She said that my head too hard (ow) I tried to be good, but nah I'm leaving it up to God (mhm) Squeezing the grah, thah, thah (ooh) Oh my, did I go too far, too far, too far? You can't change, the only thing you wanna change is the motherfuckin' beats Let's have a word, we can talk about that shit You know what I'm sayin'? My baby daddy pissed me off today So we could talk about this nigga, zero accountability Want a bad bitch but it's too much responsibility Look, uh, a nigga wan' change, trying hard as I can But it's harder, tryna redesign the nature of man DND, she in my DM for my DNA strands Ain't fall for the scam Then again I'm fighting off all the thoughts in my pants Pretty broads, ménages, spend a Fall out in France In the stars, on the ocean, in the boat or the sand Don't you lie to me, do me like you Delilah and Samson I can change, you ain't even really give me a chance (Nigga, I gave your ass one million, two million, three million fucking chances) Look, save the narrative, you saving it for marriage I'm flying back from Paris, I can text you in the air Remember when we met And you said that you love the fade, but I should grow my hair Ex-man was banned, couldn't grow a pair Then you start fucking with the misses, not the messieurs Life is love, love is really life as long as its pure I ain't speaking in genders, you could follow agendas I ain't tryna be the guy that's gone make you cry me a river like I'm Justin Timber Timberlake or Timberland, I'm controlling my temper Good, before I turn into a timber wolf In the woods, you my lil red riding hood Thought you was hiding how you feeling, it's kinda obvious On a connecting flight to Atlanta, leavin' LaGuardia Arguing over anonymous women, now we got a audience, fuck Don't play with me, where is your coins Come pick up yo' kids, and go home to yo' bitch The one you could, the one that you could play with Not this one, ha, for real Shady, shady boots Ha, ha, what Mike Epps say? Stop calling here fucking up my family, it's a real nigga who will Ha, it's a real nigga who will And that's on Mary's first lamb, hahaha
Writer(s): Jorge Cardoso Augusto, Feliciano Ponce, Harissis Tsakmaklis, Luzian Tuetsch, Aj Hall, Destin Route, Courtney Salter, John Welch, Quincey Jones, Anthony Parrino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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