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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lute
Lute
Vocals
Cozz
Cozz
Vocals
REASON
REASON
Vocals
Arin Ray
Arin Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arin Ray
Arin Ray
Songwriter
Luther Nicholson
Luther Nicholson
Songwriter
Cody Osagie
Cody Osagie
Songwriter
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Songwriter
Anthony Parrino
Anthony Parrino
Songwriter
Alessandro Hug
Alessandro Hug
Songwriter
Emilia Taubic
Emilia Taubic
Songwriter
Lucien Spielmann
Lucien Spielmann
Songwriter
Joshua Morgan
Joshua Morgan
Songwriter
Jiovanni Romano
Jiovanni Romano
Songwriter
Antoine Harris
Antoine Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elite
Elite
Producer
Al Hug
Al Hug
Producer
Emilia Anastazja
Emilia Anastazja
Producer
Ruck P
Ruck P
Producer
Meez
Meez
Additional Producer
Louie Ji
Louie Ji
Additional Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin Brunhober
Kevin Brunhober
Recording Engineer
Alessandro Hug
Alessandro Hug
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah If God is good all the time then why do I not have money all the time? Why am I not here with a beautiful Nubian queen all the time? Why am I not in motherfuckin' designer Gucci, Louis, Prada, all the motherfuckin' time? Been in a panic since I lost my daddy, searchin' for some understandin' Life is what you make it, shit I take for granted Harvestin' all these blessings from all these seeds I planted I'm just livin' life, takin' time Hit the back roads, doin' thirty-five Told her that I never felt so alive Feel like a OG, but I'm in my prime, woah Show me my opponent, ain't no pressure, woah Tell me who the fuck is on my level, woah Took some time to realize what was special, woah Show you how to do it with no effort, woah I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin' with my head I-I should probably say less, think that'll be best I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin' with my head I-I should probably say less, think that'll be best, think that'll be best Uh, yeah, stuck in between crazy and genius In between lazy and bein' amazed that I'm breathin' 'Cause the years either overly worked or he overly thinkin' Before I knew how to swim, I was thrown in the deep end So it's no surprise that I can just look in your eyes and tell I'm not one that you can compete with Boy, I'm cut from a cloth that's thicker than carpet Could probably find your type of cloth in anyone's closet I can use this butter knife to slice your garments Shit, at least it's clean 'cause mine got stains from that Chip on my shoulder, you can be humble and still believe that you chosen That's why when shawty left, I couldn't believe it was over Can't believe she ain't believe the deceits that I sold her Fuck it though, I gotta swallow the pain and starve my ego 'cause that's minuscule Overall, my fam' is blessed, dawg, we livin' cool I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin' with my head I-I should probably say less, think that'll be best I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin' with my head I-I should probably say less, think that'll be best, think that'll be best (So, look) Like since a juvenile delinquent we was taught to pump wildin' Fuck bitches, love commas, headin' to the Trump Towers Lil' Chris, he was a tucker, wouldn't dare to rush hours Money gettin' rid of pain like Shaquille Sunflower All lips, slick talker, spit hawkin', crip walkin', blood bangin' I was prideful, I was lyin', I was anxious Twist fingers, that's what niggas do to fit in At Cool Club, you need recommendation to get in Auction for your life, how much you give to put your bid in? All my ghetto traits gone, I mostly get that from my father Look, I get my stubborn from my mother, she be doin' the most But I ain't sweatin' either side, 'cause it's beauty in both You see the ghetto in me taught me how to hustle Play the scenic streets smart, slick talkin', little hood and comedic Everything I say I mean, that's my mama's stubbornness That's the reason I keep dreamin', keep dreamin', keep dreamin', ayy So I can spark a blunt if I want to (Alright) And I pour up a cup if I want to (Alright) It's her body, she can pull up if she want to (Alright) And I get in them guts like I want to (Alright) The hood, I'm only stuck if I want to (Alright) So I can change my luck if I want to (If I want to) You special, you can do anything you want to (You want) We too special, we can do anything we want to I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin' with my head I-I should probably say less, think that'll be best I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin' with my head I-I should probably say less, think that'll be best, think that'll be best
Writer(s): Luther Nicholson, Cody Osagie, Arin B Ray, Anthony Parrino, Robert Lee Gill Jr, Antoine Harris, Joshua Morgan, Lucien Spielmann, Jiovanni Thomasa Romano, Alessandro Hug, Emilia Anastazja Taubic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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