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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
1K Phew
1K Phew
Performer
WHATUPRG
WHATUPRG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Composer
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Composer
David Crooms
David Crooms
Composer
J.Raul Garcia
J.Raul Garcia
Composer
Alexandria Dollar
Alexandria Dollar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1K Phew
1K Phew
Engineer
Juberlee
Juberlee
Producer
DvDx
DvDx
Producer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, come on Let's go Two birds, two brrr (here we go now) Father Abraham had plenty sons, and I am one of them (plenty) Ain't no sense in playing, 'cause I'm too player, I ain't one of them (player) Blessings all in my hand, and I'ma count it right in front of them (let's get it) I'm a Eastside church boy, coming in stepping Please don't mind me (east side) Light of mine, too bright, can't find me (too bright) Tell the evil, get behind me (behind) Tell the twin to tell a twin (tell a twin) Tryna pay for the world, it's grimy (it's grimy) Put ice on the cross like hockey (ice) I ain't never gon' get too cocky (too cocky) Had a word with a crossing guard, I was like What you doing? you cannot stop me (what you doing?) Pray to God, look at what he brought me (pray to God) Living life, look at what he taught me (living life) He gon' do just what He said It ain't no if and buts or probably's (he said it) OG, so it ain't no copy In the church, we got it hopping (sheesh) Yeah, in the church, we got it jumping (here we go now) Father Abraham had plenty sons, and I am one of them (plenty) Ain't no sense in playing, 'cause I'm too player, I ain't one of them (player) Blessings all in my hand, and I'ma count it right in front of them Yeah (blessings all in my hand, yeah), yeah I don't need no more Xans, I'm already popping, so I ain't popping them (popping) Father Abraham had plenty sons, so don't you play with him, yeah Yeah, ayy, okay Brown boy looking like Jesús with my melanin Late show, Friday night lights, on my Letterman Heard a preacher (preacher), uh, preach impediment (preacher) Wise man headed to the stars, 'cause I'm Bethlehem (let's get it) Steady on my walk (steady), posted with the flock (flock) And I'm in New Hollywood, we switching up the plot (party) Heard a lot of talk (talk), but it was only talk (yeah) Stone-cold shoulders, but I'm with the Rock (he got stone-cold shoulders) Father Abraham had plenty sons, and I am one of them Ain't no sense in playing, 'cause I'm too player, I ain't one of them (player) Blessings all in my hand, and I'ma count it right in front of them Yeah, (blessings all in my hand, yeah), yeah I don't need no more Xans, I'm already popping, so I ain't popping them (popping) Father Abraham had plenty sons, so don't you play with him
Writer(s): Alexandria Dollar, Jraul Garcia, Glenn Gordon, Jeffrey Shannon, David Crooms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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