Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blxst
Blxst
Vocals
Remble
Remble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Burdette
Matthew Burdette
Songwriter
Eunique Remble
Eunique Remble
Songwriter
Jonathan Mouton
Jonathan Mouton
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blxst
Blxst
Producer
Matthew Burdette
Matthew Burdette
Engineer
James Musshorn
James Musshorn
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens Mastering
Chris Athens Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Aye Child of God I'm defeating all odds Lonely up top yeah I'd rather bring squad I ain't clocked out yeah I'm still on my job Yeah, yeah still on my I'm a child of God I'm defeating all odds Lonely up top yeah I'd rather bring squad How could I hide when I'm really outside Yeah And I done seen it all above The hate, the love, the fake handshakes, the genuine hugs It is what it is yeah was what it was I done really lost friends that's what success does Aye who I'm supposed to cry to? Or try to You ever wonder why you? Cause I do I check on my strong friends They got a life too No matter the battle baby I'm right beside you yeah Lost in my fate hard to relate Forgive me for my sins all the hearts that I break Wished I was on, now I'm getting off with the greats I guess you gotta win all them losses you take right? Aye Child of God I'm defeating all odds Lonely up top yeah I'd rather bring squad I ain't clocked out yeah I'm still on my job Yeah, yeah still on my I'm a child of God I'm defeating all odds Lonely up top yeah I'd rather bring squad How could I hide when I'm really out It's Remble Praise The Lord till I lose my voice Fail to plan and you lose by choice I let go of the wheel and let him choose my course Blessings hit me in my face like a two-by-four We know when they free Smokey he gon' rule by force Ain't no gangster alive that can cool my torch Or can press my line I can shoot half-court Do a trey-flip but don't land on a four yard You can roll it up we just seen your report card Sheee Tiny squabble up and Newborn got dumb heart Infant sumn like O-Dog on that one part Till this day I deal with those flashbacks I'm from where you blast first or you're getting cracked at Big piece of weaponry in a little backpack When you said you were jointed you meant in every aspect right? Protect me from evil Love who I love but sometimes it could be your own people I ain't never told I could tell who deceitful Destined to win all those L's underneath you I can tell if it's real in it I won't sip with no seal with it I don't wanna deal with it This foundation can't crack I'm still building it You ain't gotta understand but you will get it
Writer(s): Matthew Dean Burdette, Eunique Cooper Remble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out