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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Roméo Testa
Roméo Testa
Background Vocals
Bianca McClure-Anthony
Bianca McClure-Anthony
Background Vocals
McClenney
McClenney
Background Vocals
Haile Supreme
Haile Supreme
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Roméo Testa
Roméo Testa
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer
Dreamlife Beats
Dreamlife Beats
Producer
Pain 1
Pain 1
Producer
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Recording Engineer
Nate "NV" Eaton
Nate "NV" Eaton
Assistant Engineer
Blake Mares
Blake Mares
Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Eli Heisler
Eli Heisler
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah (Statik Selektah) Time waits for no man, life is but a two-step slow jam Dancin' with the devil, tryin' not to lose my balance Look, God blessed the kid with many talents, he was chosen It's why you see him livin' in the moment Every second, gotta own it 'Cause you never know when could be your last Time breathin', now you bleedin' from the gun blast And you thinkin' 'bout the past, see your whole life in a flash Best friends lowerin' your casket, now your son a bastard Pressure on his shoulders make him gotta grow faster Where I'm from, the stories never end with no happily ever afters (uh) Just broken families forced to start new chapters A natural disaster, the cycle in a loop And we caught up in a rapture Not to mention all the other factors Government agendas against rappers They wanna see us either dead or captured So I hold my head high 'til they put me below Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep my heat close This is for my niggas who took a day to relax Huggin' their block but the block ain't hug 'em back So we hold our head high 'til they put us below Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep this heat close This is for my niggas who took a day to relax Huggin' the block but the block ain't hug us back Took a trip to Miami that March (uh) Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (uh) To meet up with this kid by the name of X Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless Our first time meetin', we was always on the FaceTime He offered me his place to stay, "Thank you, but I decline" First impression in my mind, "Now that's a stand-up nigga Someone I could call a friend of mine and that's tough, nigga" Shit, I could talk about any type of stuff with him Never gave a fuck about who didn't fuck with him See, that's my nigga, I had to keep it a buck with him When he played me his album, I told him what he was missin' A lot of niggas woulda took that shit different Woulda thought that I was dissin' Instead, we found this beat and started riffin' Shit had me reminiscin', had me thinkin' 'bout Steelo Now that I can see his vision So I hold my head high 'til they put me below Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep my heat close This is for my niggas who took a day to relax Huggin' their block but the block ain't hug 'em back So we hold our head high 'til they put us below Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep this heat close This is for my niggas who took a day to relax Huggin' the block but the block ain't hug us back
Writer(s): Jo-vaughn Virginie, Jan Richard Branicki, Pacal Bayley, Patrick Owen Baril Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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